I don't understand how you could take it so lightly. Those words that had shattered my world only brought you mediocre entertainment. Do you find my demise amusing? But I could never place fault on you. I can blame no one for the conflicts and turmoil within my own mind. The envy and jealously that ruptured my heart was all in my head. What a fool I was to let you in.
We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break. - Vladimir Nabokov
(Last two photos from here)