I felt slightly superior to student politics, for instance. I had no reason to think this, but I thought of myself as slightly more seasoned. I became quite cynical talking to my student friends.
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.
A woman isn't complete without a man. But where do you find a man - a real man - these days?

