A FEW UTOPIAN IMPRESSIONS
"I can still hardly realise," I say, "that I am going to see myself—as I might have been."
"No," he says, and relapses at once into his own preoccupation.
For a moment my wonder as to what he should be thinking about brings me near to a double self-forgetfulness.
I realise we are at the entrance of our hotel before I can formulate any further remark.
"This is the place," I say.
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