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The epistolary format feels so personal and intense — I wonder what motivated Zweig to tell this story through a single letter from an unknown woman.

His unwavering love feels so tragic, but also a bit obsessive. I’m curious whether others found his perspective sympathetic or unsettling.

The narrator’s perception of the woman seems so shaped by his own feelings — does this story make anyone question how memory influences our understanding of love?