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On the whole, I thought, I had been right to write to Ivan. Just by typing some words on a computer, I had caused so many things to happen in the world—sleep to be lost, plane tickets to be bought, money to change hands. In a way, it had been a test of what a person could achieve just through writing. But there were also times when I worried that I had acted foolishly and without dignity. I thought of the ball near the beginning of Anna Karenina, when Kitty looked lovingly at Vronsky, who was already really into Anna: "and long afterwards, for several years later, that look, full of love, to which he made no response, cut her to the heart with an angony of shame." Kitty literally almost died of shame, and had to go to a German spa. Then she confided in Varenka, and Varenka said: "Why, what is there shameful? You didn't tell a man, who didn't care for you, that you loved him, did you?" And Kitty said of course not, she never said anything.