but he's the sort who can't know
anyone intimately, least of all a
woman. he doesn't know what a woman is.
he wants you for a possession,
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
something to own and to display. he doesn't want you to be real,
or to think or to live. he doesn't love you, but i love you.
i want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
i hold you in my arms. it's our last chance... it's our last chance..."
