“And when your sorrow is comforted you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my
friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your
window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly
astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to
them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy.
It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you...”