A French Comment on Exiles 1919
which he can make his connection with love. He sees himself less handicapped intellectually in the music teacher, so he loves love through her. When they taunt him with her he answers 'No, not even she would understand*. He writes all night endless pages at this image of himself, and in the morning walks on the beach maddened by emptiness and despair. At the last curtain he falls on to a couch, worn and helpless, in need only of a 'great sweet mother*: but he must be forever on the wheel: his wife kneels beside him babbling of her love.