The Girl Who Trod on a Loaf
Ah, Frances, she said, why couldn't you assign form to your life the way you could to an opera? It would be so much easier, although without any firm knowledge about the circumstances of the ending, of course it was impossible. At least the religious disposition had the advantage of being able to acknowledge the twin portals of birth and death, both giving onto a world of pure spirit. But if you didn't believe in God, the symmetry was less pleasing, and the potential for happiness implicit in the fact of having been born was outweighed by despair at the prospect of dying. Only the creator of such an arrangement could find its symmetry pleasing.