“The princess was a snippy little thing. But after all, probably her life was full of adjustments of other sorts. She couldn’t call her soul her own a minute, I suppose.”
“Perhaps that was why she ran away,” suggested Jonathan.
“Of course it was. She ran away to find the simple life and didn’t find it.”
“No. She found the pea—even with all those mattresses.”
“And we’ve run away, and found several peas, and fewer mattresses,” said Jonathan.
“Let’s not get confused—”
“I’m not confused,” said Jonathan.
“Well, I shall be in a minute if I don’t look out. You can’t follow a parallel too far. What I mean is, that if you run away from one kind of complexity you run into another kind.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to like it all,” I answered, “and make believe I meant to do it.”