To a season that undid us, I add four more. At this turn, it is relieving. Maybe, time helped. The light of Paris blinded me. As she goes on to say in The Ambassadors,

“We’re all looking at each other- and in the light of Paris one sees what things resemble. That’s what the light of Paris seems always to show, It’s the fault of the light of Paris – dear old light!”

“Dear Old Paris!” little Bilham echoed.

Everything, everyone shows,“ Miss Barrace went on.

“But for what they really are?” Strether asked.

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