excerpt from Elizabeth Bowen's 'Death of a Heart' and lovely, dramatic sentiment and dialogue from the early 1900's
"Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me~ isn't it, isn't it? ~and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist."
Eddie to Portia, The Death of a Heart