he watched things break on the edge of soft sweaters and hair that became flowers that became rain falling on the rooftops of distant houses where princes dreamed of being commoners, and commoners dreamed of killing princes a face that made him want to go to war in the vain hope she would wait for him and the more realistic hope that he would not return; for in the time of learning, the real education is in loss and disappointment and even ruin; for there are two currents in life, flowing in opposite directions: the wanting and the being wanted