Day 3

Marvin Macy's wild love letter to Miss Amelia: "party written in pencil and partly written in ink."One could almost see the words in ink fading and then replaced by pencil–the sad futility of using up the ink yet still having more things to say.

"Though the outward facts of this love are indeed sad and ridiculous, it must be remembered that the real story was that which took place in the soul of the lover himself."
A love story is always an approximation: nobody can create or dissect a soul.

Miss Amelia likes to "contemplate problems which could be worked over for decades and still remain insoluble." In that sense, she is not different from Tolstoy.