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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: grievously it hurt him to do so. He and Blix had lived through
two months of rarest, most untroubled happiness, with hardly more
self-consciousness than two young and healthy boys. To bring that
troublous, disquieting element of love between them--unrequited
love, of all things--would be a folly. She would tell him--must
in all honesty tell him that she did not love him, and all their
delicious camaraderie would end in a "scene." Condy, above
everything, wished to look back on those two months, after she had
gone, without being able to remember therein one single note that
jarred. If the memory of her was all that he was to have, he
resolved that at least that memory should be perfect.
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