The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality.
I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.
I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.
Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.
I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.
Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.