“Sometimes I’ve thought of an island lost in a boundless sea, where I could live in some hidden valley, among strange trees, in silence. There I think I could find what I want.”
He did not express himself quite like this. He used gestures instead of adjectives, and he halted. I have put into my own words what I think he wanted to say.
“Looking back on the last five years, do you think it was worth it?” I asked.
He looked at me, and I saw that he did not know what I meant. I explained.
“You gave up a comfortable home and a life as happy as the average. You were fairly prosperous. You seem to have had a rotten time in Paris. If you had your time over again would you do what you did?”
“Rather.”
“Do you know that you haven’t asked anything about your wife and children? Do you never think of them?”
“No.”
“I wish you weren’t so damned monosyllabic. Have you never had a moment’s regret for all the unhappiness you caused them?”
His lips broke into a smile, and he shook his head.