Kitty and Levin are the most manic-depressive couple in the history of literature.

She I can at least understand since she’s so young and is still learning about herself but he’s filled with self-doubt one moment followed by confidence the next; he’s introspective in the morning but then by night his philosophy is ‘it can’t be helped’.

He reminds me of myself a little too much.

I need to find a Kitty.