“Yes; I should love her better then. She sort of wants me so much that I can’t give myself.”
“Wants you how?”
“Wants the soul out of my body. I can’t help shrinking back from her.”
“And yet you love her!”
“No, I don’t love her. I never even kiss her.”
“Why not?” Clara asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I suppose you’re afraid,” she said.
“I’m not. Something in me shrinks from her like hell — she’s so good, when I’m not good.”
“How do you know what she is?”
“I do! I know she wants a sort of soul union.”