TLP (Or, Words Words Words)

She does know him better than he knows himself, after twenty years; not because she has seen into his soul but because she hasn’t: she’s seen what he’s done, repeatedly, for twenty years.  That’s who he is, regardless of who he says he is. 

If she had let him go, he probably would not ever regret his decision to leave.  Living at some random hotel, he would sincerely think he had made the right choice, that he had to move on.

But he wouldn’t be any happier. Meanwhile, he’s left behind a perfectly good life. 

 – the last psychiatrist 


I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her; I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…

–  the little prince


(It mildly amuses me that The Last Psychiatrist and The Little Prince make the same acronym)


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