It Occurs To Me That For A

...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And Without Fear

I Remember A Story I Once Heard About Drowning: That When You Fall Into Cold Water It's Not That You Drown Right Away But That The Cold Disorients You And Makes You Think That Down Is Up And Up Is Down, So You May Be Swimming, Swimming, Swimming For Your Life In The Wrong Direction, All The Way Toward The Bottom Until You Sink. That's How I Feel, As Though Everything Has Been Turned Around.

You Have To Understand. I Wasn't Just Thinking Of Me. I Was Thinking Of Her, Too.

The Old Lena Is Dead.

This Was What True Fear Was--that You Could Never Know Other People, Not Completely. That You Were Always Just Guessing Blind.