She said, Are we breaking up?
He said, What is there to break up?
The drizzle thickened. And I could not help but think, as between people there is nothing like the flaking slate, the dense granite, to break up.
And then I could not help but think, O lord,
Inure us this day to the tiny mortifications of our hearts...
...that we may press on...
...without a sinking feeling.