I am far too much in doubt about the present, far too perturbed. about the future, to be otherwise than profoundly reverential about the past.
Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly. ' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.