twisting and turning beside the slumbering tereza he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation they had been talking about his friend z when she announced if i hadn t met you i d certainly have fallen in love with him even then her words had left tomas in a strange state of melancholy and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that tereza loved him and not his friend z apart from her consummated love for tomas there were in the realm of possibility an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men we all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless we presume our love is what must be that without it our life would no longer be the same we feel beethoven himself gloomy and awe inspiring is playing to our own great love 4