He panicked: How will I remember everything? Now he was full of her smells, her voice, the hesitation before she said his name, the way she moved when he made love to her, her delight, her sensuous manner when handling old books, and her lack of sentiment when she sold them. At this moment he knew everything he would ever know, and he urgently needed to stop time so that nothing could escape. But it was too late;
Now he was losing her when she was already fading.
