[...] She has always liked people who slave away at things. She likes it when they go to great lengths to realize their full potential in the execution of some colossal task, like Guillaume scaling some incredible peak. She has perhaps done this herself, in order to survive. So she watches Thomas making this considerable effort to convene his entire life and all of his dreams — without moving a finger, without batting an eyelid — while they stroll about, sit at a table together eating carpaccio, thumb through a book or two at a flea market, or admire a beautiful door in the street. It gives her food for thought and it moves her.