A Room With a View by Edward Morgan Forster Chapter 12 Page 12

that you would find all the Pension Bertolini down here?”

“I did not. Miss Lavish told me.”

“When I was a young man, I always meant to write a 'History of Coincidence.'“

No enthusiasm.

“Though, as a matter of fact, coincidences are much rarer than we suppose. For example, it isn't purely coincidentally that you are here now, when one comes to reflect.”

To his relief, George began to talk.

“It is. I have reflected. It is Fate. Everything is Fate. We are flung together by Fate, drawn apart by Fate — flung together, drawn apart. The twelve winds blow us — we settle nothing — ”