" But you smiled at me and said consolingly, " People come back again." " Yes" I said, " they come back, but then they have forgotten" .There must have been something odd, something passionate in the way I said that to you. For you rose to your feet as well and looked at me, affectionately and very surprised. You took me by the shoulders. " What's good is not forgotten; I will not forget you," you said, and as you did so you gazed intently at me as if to memorise my image. "