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The Chronicle is running “Carroll Classics” during Jon Carroll’s extended vacation. Today’s column, originally printed in January 1992, is one of those that seems to have been yanked directly out of my brain, albeit with clearer prose and fewer icky fat cells. The essay expresses a thought I never realized I’d had until I read it.

It’s mostly about marriage, but it’s also about everyday life: the spaces between the stuff you remember.

He called it Love’s arrow, time’s arrow.

I remember, as a younger person, looking at older couples sitting at restaurants not saying anything to each other. I can remember thinking it looked like some existential hell.

Heh, it’s about youth, too.