When I was around 50 and my life was supposed to be slowing down, becoming more stable and predictable, life became faster, unstable, unpredictable. We sold the family house. ¶It was futile to try to fit an old life into a new life. Most of my books were in boxes in the garage with the rest of the family house. She remained committed to Sartre being the essential love of her life for 51 years, despite their other attachments.

Source: The Guardian March 24, 2018 09:56 UTC