Once I went to see a film. It was on the South Bank. I went with a friend of mine and he invited these people who I didn't know. We all went together. After the film ended we all walked out and we were by the river. There was this boy. The boy was lost. Quite clearly. He was like a little bird. A fledgling out of the nest. He was timid and shy and he didn't talk so much as whimper. One of my friend's friends, a girl, started talking to him. She was good with him. She talked to him. Got his trust. She took him by the hand. It was impressive. You know, those women who have a way with kids. And this was more than that. Because he didn't just have a way with kids, she seemed to really connect. With this lost child. To bring him out of himself. Gradually she coaxed him into leading the way. Because - like a lost bird - the child knew the way. The way back. I was really impressed. The child had been on a boat trip. And she got him to lead us back to the boat. Two years later, the girl turned up again. And of course I remembered. And I was attracted to her. I thought she had a wonderful gift. But - do you know what?
What?
It didn't work out. The truth was that she wasn't the person I thuoght she was. She was a bit like the boy. She was really lost. She was constantly looking for someone to lead her home.
She'd identified with the boy. That was why she'd understood.
Yeah. The boy being lost had nothing to do with the boy. It was all about her.
16/06/12
What?
It didn't work out. The truth was that she wasn't the person I thuoght she was. She was a bit like the boy. She was really lost. She was constantly looking for someone to lead her home.
She'd identified with the boy. That was why she'd understood.
Yeah. The boy being lost had nothing to do with the boy. It was all about her.
16/06/12
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