Chapter Nine

• My room, then. There has to be some space, finally that i can claim as mine, even in this time.
• Someone has lived in this room, before me.
• at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever didn't fit
• We thought we had such problems? How were we to know we were happy?
• The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love, there's no other kind of love in this room now.
• I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.
• Still, it was a message, and it was in writing, forbidden by that very fact, and it hadn't yet been discovered
• Sometimes I repeat the words to myself. They give me small joy [...] I turn her into moira
• I am like a child here, there are some things I must not be told. What you don't know won't hurt you, was all she would say.