“Didn’t you find it all… rather unsatisfying?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t seem to see a way out. It was like being three different people, and they all wanted to go different ways.” A slight smile. “The result was I went nowhere.”



Rivers waited.



“I mean, there was the riding, hunting, cricketing me, and then there was the… the other side… that was interested in poetry and music, and things like that. And I didn’t seem to be able to…” He laced his fingers. “Knot them together.”



“And the third?”



“I’m sorry?”



“You said three.”



“Did I? I meant two.”

—Regeneration