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the person who responds to that question with courage

She runs to her own room and she never sees him again, besides, he is married as most of them are. Ida, that’s enough! Ida, you have to stop now! Where is your self-respect, Ida? You have to do something, take action. Who am I, we ask ourselves, if you respond timidly, you will have a different lif…

—p.40 If Only by Vigdis Hjorth
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as if she has no self-respect

He writes in a measured letter to Ida that he doesn’t have to explain himself to her. Yes, I went to a party and no, I didn’t go home alone, he writes so she can really imagine it for herself. Besides, my student is a grown-up, he writes, she is thirty-four years old. It is not what Ida thinks. Ida…

—p.37 by Vigdis Hjorth
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she said yes to him in order to survive

He saved her. It is true though he doesn’t know it and she is grateful for that. He led her into the world, into the daylight. Coffee in the morning and a child who needs looking after. Grounded her. So she survived. She said yes to him in order to survive. Because he smiles, is easy-going, doesn’t…

—p.30 by Vigdis Hjorth
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she mentions the age gap

His letter arrives three days after her thank-you note. Four handwritten pages on German drama, about his work as a translator, about this and that, about the sun that sets in the fjord while he sits on the terrace with a glass of wine as he writes. His wife is away. Kjersti is away, he writes. She…

—p.9 by Vigdis Hjorth
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you can be aware of your capacity for love

You can be aware of your capacity for love before you meet your beloved. Sense your potential for passion before you experience passion itself. You can know it as a child, as a latent possibility: I am able to love deeply. Even if you never meet him, you still comprehend something about love. The s…

—p.7 by Vigdis Hjorth