For a moment he felt sorry for her, for himself, for the whole wrecked and blighting world - it was hopeless, really - but then he felt okay, felt that things were not that bad; he felt friendly, and he felt that this moment of softness, this calm, thought maybe it was just that he was tired, was good, was enough, that if there could be this feeling, then things would go on, month after month, one good and tiny feeling per; it was okay.