On a day trip to Paris, Marianne decides to leap off the Pont Neuf into the Seine, but she is saved from drowning by a passerby. “You’re the first.” “I keep out of politics,” Jean-Marcel says. This is the side that absorbs the world and writes.
While recovering in hospital, Marianne comes across a painting of beautiful port town in Brittany and decides to embark on a final adventure. “You have to be a politician to understand politics. The other personality, strictly separated from the first, is the inner censor, the internal critic—or, as I like to call her: the skilled craftswoman.
She ran up, hugged me and said she would “Love to go for coffee” with me.
They are up in their heads too with the eternal chatter, the little ego voice.
Don’t get upset if she stops talking or won’t meet you. There are so many babes at the mall, or the beach, or the next town over.