“It would impress him!""Do you think so?" Lord Howley brightened."Oh,yes,he loves it when people tell him how to run the country.”

“Yet you told him you loved him?""Yes, I did."Bridgid was clearly impressed. "You're more courageous than I am. The fear of being rejected pains me to even think about, yet you boldly told Brodick how you felt, even though he hadn't spoken his feelings.""Actually, he told me I loved him.”

“I believe it is love, but how does one tell?”Her friend’s gaze grew thoughtful. “The signs are usually recognizable. When you love a man, he becomes the center of your world. You yearn to be with him, and when you are not, he is constantly on your mind. He brightens your day. His simplest touch sparks passion in you... a tender look fires awarmth in your heart. Life feels empty without him.”

“I didn't tell you how beautiful he is so you could fall in love with him. I told you so you could appreciate that I'm in love with him.”

“You love new boyfriend?""I think so. Yes.""Then you must spoil him. And he must spoil you.”

“But, as I watch this film, I often think that the boy did not know what he was really running toward, that it was not the end zone which awaited him. Somewhere in that ten second dash the running boy turned to metaphor and the older man could see it where the boy couldn not. He would be good at running, always good at it, and he would always run away from the things that hurt him, from the people who loved him, and from the friends empowered to save him. But where do we run when there are no crowds, no lights, no end zones? Where does a man run? the coach said, studying the films of himself as a boy. Where can a man run when he has lost the excuse of games? Where can a man run or where can he hide when he looks behind him and sees that he is only pursued by himself?”