“A story,” Graham Greene wrote, “has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” The End of the Affair. The first sentence. Of course, then there was the movie, Ralph Fiennes and Julianne Moore. I’m watching it again now. I left it, a moment ago, to stand on a stool, then lunge to stand on a shelf, to reach the book on the very top shelf. From the last page, I saw I had read it in August of 2001. Unfortunately, my paperback references the movie on the cover. It must have been the only copy I could get my hands on at the time. I can’t remember the words. I want to read it again.