Life and literature combined, love the dynamo, you with your
chameleon’s soul giving me a thousand loves, being anchored always in no matter
what storm, home wherever we are. In the mornings, continuing where we left
off. Resurrection after resurrection. You asserting yourself, getting the rich
varied life you desire; and the more you assert yourself the more you want me,
need me. Your voice getting hoarser, deeper, your eyes blacker, your blood
thicker, your body fuller. A voluptuous servility and tyrannical necessity.
More cruel now than before—consciously, wilfully cruel.
The insatiable delight of experience.
Henry Valentine Miller
