“What is the course and drift of your compact?”
“Let your rapidity be that of the wind, your compactness that of the forest.”
“I don’t have a compact.”
“Throughout it all, I loved her as much as I always had, and I found myself aching for those simpler times of the past. I knew what was happening, of course. As we were drifting apart, I was becoming more desperate to save what we once had shared; like a vicious circle, however, my desperation made us drift apart even further.”
“Of course you keep telling yourself there's something to be learned from everything, and growing old shouldn't be that hard. That's the general drift.”
“Love's CourseA boatman crossing Yura StraitHas lost his rudder, and the boatIs drifting with uncertain fate,Like love's course, indeterminate.”