Blind Yourself, For I Am Blind.

In Bed My Real Love Has Always Been The Sleep That Rescued Me By Allowing Me To Dream.

The Father: But Don't You See That The Whole Trouble Lies Here? In Words, Words. Each One Of Us Has Within Him A Whole World Of Things, Each Man Of Us His Own Special World. And How Can We Ever Come To An Understanding If I Put In The Words I Utter The Sense And Value Of Things As I See Them; While You Who Listen To Me Must Inevitably Translate Them According To The Conception Of Things Each One Of You Has Within Himself. We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.

Woman - For Example, Look At Her Case! She Turns Tantalizing Inviting Glances On You. You Seize Her. No Sooner Does She Feel Herself In Your Grasp Than She Closes Her Eyes. It Is A Sign Of Her Mission, The Sign By Which She Says To Man: "blind Yourself, For I Am Blind."

Inevitably We Construct Ourselves. Let Me Explain. I Enter This House And Immediately I Become What I Have To Become, What I Can Become: I Construct Myself. That Is, I Present Myself To You In A Form Suitable To The Relationship I Wish To Achieve With You. And, Of Course, You Do The Same With Me.

None Of Us Can Estimate What We Do When We Do It From Instinct.