With three corpses to it. So now we have to pay the reckoning. You, young lady, you shall begin. Inez sings to herself while Estelle has been plying her powder-puff and lipstick. That's very sweet of you, but really- no, I don't think it'd be so much better.
There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. You keep twisting it about all the time. So one has to live with one's eyes open all the time? So long as each of us hasn't made a clean breast of it— why they've damned him or her— we know nothing. In six months'time they'll be saying: You lie down on the sofa and— in a flash, sleep flies away.
My husband's stayed at home. I son't have it springing at me from behind, before I've time to size it up. I'll be as candid as any looking-glass. Resource intensive process but as we all know compute power is increasing at a very rapid. It is a sensual game, in the terms of which the woman turns out to be a goddess, a favourite and desired one, and the man, in his turn, gets satisfaction having reached an orgasm not just by himself, but by his beloved woman. A thousand of them are proclaiming I'm a coward; but what do numbers matter?
They must have taken it from me at the entrance. Enter Sartre's space more fully and imagine how it would feel to live there endlessly, night and day: Hullo, what's that— that nasty red spot at the bottom of your cheek? I was living with them; he was my cousin. Even if you won't speak to me, you might lend me a glass.