“Something had happened, and she wanted to tell other people, so that they would know what happened and how she felt. But when she tried to tell it – maybe to somebody else, maybe to herself – the story had no power. It didn’t sound, in the telling, anything like what it felt like in the living. It sounded ordinary, mundane, eminently forgettable, like a million things that had happened to a million other women – but that wasn’t what it felt like to her.”