What if I told you my drugs, my loves, my savage, healthy meals, my lazy spells, my obedience and affection for all, my every book, smile and poem were for one purpose only? I don't love you, I only want to relax, to feel a reverie in the depth of my soul, like the paradise glimpsed when I first glimpsed you--- would you hate me if I admitted this? That I want sleep, honey'd sleep, that I want to be overlooked and undisturbed, separate from everyone except my bear who doesn't move, who doesn't hunt, who doesn't love. I dislike everyone. I want to escape into a near-death dream. If I told you this, wearing my suit and handing you this ring of gold, what would you say with your mouth? What would your arms hold?