“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…”