A Room With A View

But he’s the sort who can’t know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn’t know what a woman is.

He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn’t want you to be real, or to think or to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you!
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It’s our last chance… It’s our last chance…