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From the book, Einstein’s Dreams
“On this Tuesday in Berne, a young man and a young woman, in their late twenties, stand beneath a street lamp on Gerberngasse. They met one month ago. He loves her desperately, but he has already been crushed by a woman who left him without warning, and he is frightened of love. He must be sure with this woman. He studies her face, pleads silently for her true feelings, searches for the smallest sign, the slightest movement of her brow, the vaguest reddening oh her cheeks, the moistness in her eyes. In truth, she loves him back, but she cannot put her love in words. Instead, she smiles at him, unaware of his fear…”
“On this Tuesday in Berne, a young man and a young woman, in their late twenties, stand beneath a street lamp on Gerberngasse. They met one month ago. He loves her desperately, but he has already been crushed by a woman who left him without warning, and he is frightened of love. He must be sure with this woman. He studies her face, pleads silently for her true feelings, searches for the smallest sign, the slightest movement of her brow, the vaguest reddening oh her cheeks, the moistness in her eyes. In truth, she loves him back, but she cannot put her love in words. Instead, she smiles at him, unaware of his fear…”