The Age of Innocence

I'm wondering why I listed this under favorite books in my profile when it must have been the movie I remembered . . .

I have a copy of the book, somewhere, and have just ordered the movie DVD--but, without my Kindle and the scattered free hours of this last week, I doubt I would have (re)read this American classic beginning to end.

All I had remembered was the end--his walking away from her--not the why. How could he walk away from what might yet be, choosing instead a solitary retreat to his imagined world of what might have been?

I have lived on the fringes of that age of innocence, imagined worlds, known people who don't want to know, and more.

Too much the risk-taker to live comfortably in the age of innocence, I suppose . . .

Footnote: The movie was no more comfortable than the book. I have removed both from my list of favorites . . .