She was in love with the stage, with the performance we put on as first years. She could speak of nothing of how she could not wait to repeat the performance for our second and third year.

No changes. No improvements. The same show, again and again.

[And again, and again, and again.

It's still dazzling.]

I told her I would never forgive her if she did not devote herself to improving. If she stayed stuck in the past, afraid to hurt others with her talents.