Chapter 14 Section Thirteen

Perhaps the reason for his alienation is because the phrase "a man will never look back at me again" had too much influence on him.He had hardly known her since Chantal had said that.It didn't look like she said that sentence.Her expression was so stern, old.Not at all like the Chantal he was familiar with.His first reaction was that it wasn't fair: how could she complain that man had lost interest in her that morning?On that day, he almost got into a car accident in order to see her as soon as possible.But in less than an hour, he changed his mind: the standard for every woman to measure whether she has grown old is whether a man is still interested in her.So wouldn't it be funny to be offended by it?But it's impossible not to be unhappy.He had noticed the signs of aging on her face the day they met (she was four years older than him).The beauty that once fascinated him can no longer make her look younger than her actual age.He might say before long that her age made her beauty all the more convincing.

Chantal's words kept circling in his head.He imagined what it had been like with her body: that it had been lost among a thousand other bodies, until one day a longing gaze fell on it and picked it out of the blur .As a result, this kind of gaze increased more and more, so that this body was ignited.And then, it's like - throwing a torch through the world.That was her moment of brilliance, of relishing the admiration.But the good times didn't last long, that kind of gaze became less and less, and that kind of light gradually changed, until one day, she became translucent, and finally became fully transparent.When that fully transparent body wanders the street, it is like a small non-existence.Between the first invisibility and the second invisibility, the phrase "men will never look back at me again" is like a red light, which indicates that the body is gradually aging.

No matter how much he told her how much he loved her, how beautiful he thought she was, his affectionate eyes could not soothe her sad heart.Because that affectionate gaze is lonely.Jean-Marc thought that the lonely love between two old people is invisible to others.That sad loneliness portends death.No, it wasn't an affectionate look she wanted, but a different, rude, lecherous look.The look that flitted over her without appreciation, with inconsideration, with intent—a look that was destined to be inevitable.It was this kind of gaze that became her spiritual support in the world, and his loving gaze pulled her away from those moonlights.

He recalls with some remorse the beginning of their dizzyingly hasty love.He didn't necessarily conquer her, because she fell in love with him from the first moment she saw him.looking at her?unnecessary.For she was immediately alone with him.She has been following him, in front of him, behind him.In the beginning, he was strong and she was weak.This inequality has been woven into the foundation of their love from the very beginning.This unfair inequality, unfair inequality.She is weak because she is older than him.