“I had been trying to explain to my wife just what it means that I have been seeing her doppelganger about the place. ‘Don’t you see,’ I asked, ‘that this can only mean that our minds exist as one? That our love has survived it all, and so rewards us with this next step in human evolution, that we can now share both our conscious and conscious minds? That I can see into your mind so very deeply that I am even capable of sharing in your most personal mania?’
‘But I am not the one suffering any mania,’ she argued. ‘Don’t you see my darling, that the only logical explanation here is that you, and not I, are the one suffering from some malady, and that you suffer it alone?’
I tried to explain more thoroughly, though it seems clear to me now that she was not listening: ‘But I have spent time with this other you! We have been out to lunch, and to the theatre; my dear we have even made love! Can you tell me that you felt nothing in all of this? And still you tell me that you suffer no malady!’
It was around that point when my wife went to fetch you. Yes, around the time that I locked myself in this closet. I’m not sure how long it was before my wife’s other self joined me. What? Could I ask her? Well of course I could! But we might be better served if you went ahead and asked her yourself mightn’t we? Well, go on.”
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