She gave me the impression of someone engaged in giving a series of savage caricatures of herself – but this is common to most lonely people who feel that their true self can find no correspondence in another.
What was I to do? [She] was just too strong for me in too many ways. I could only out-love her – that was my long suit. I went ahead of her – I anticipated her every lapse; she found me already there, at every point where she fell down, ready to help her to her feet and show that it did not matter.