...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in.

that expression you get in your eyes when you are very tired and everything is like a dream and you are starting to know what things are like underneath what people say they are.

...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in.

When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

Quite like old times,' the room says.

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.