on the subject of knowing someone intimately

I think of human psyches as landscapes, and to the question of whether she was happy or not, I think that others encountered her in a flower-spangled meadow that was highly cultivated, if not artificial, and I charted the authentic swamp of her unhappiness far away in another part of the landscape she herself did not care to know.

 

(Page 25, Rebecca Solnit, “Mirrors”, The Faraway Nearby)

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