“No, no! If she’s not free of me, it’s because she’s got that mad rage, she must try to bully me.”

“But she must have loved you.”

“No! Well in specks, she did. She was drawn to me. And I think even that she hated. She loved me in moments. But she always took it back, and started bullying. Her deepest desire was to bully me, and there was no altering her. Her will was wrong, from the first.”

“But perhaps she felt you didn’t really love her, and she wanted to make you.”

“My God, it was bloody making.”

“But you didn’t really love her, did you? You did her that wrong.”