You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.
"There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false."
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.