We stood there and I kissed her for the last time, and she said, 'If you lose me you'll know that I loved you and wanted to keep on loving you.' And I said, 'I won't lose you.' But I did.
We are half-people, ripped from the pages of some bizarre mythology, the two sides within us, human and crown engaged in a fearful civil war, which never ends, and which blights our every human transaction as brother, husband, sister, wife, mother.