[...] He said, what if she just serves up a fresh helping of lies, now that she’s gotten in the habit of deceiving him? She hears the snick of the lighter, then he comes back to bed, and lies down beside her. This morning, while shaving, he felt a little lump on his neck. If this was bad television, that would be the answer. You know, he says to Katharina, and brushes the ash off, even if we’re sometimes fleetingly happy, it doesn’t feel like a new start to me. It just feels like a really long farewell.