angela carter "flesh and the mirror"

[yin]

In order to create the loved object in this way and to issue it with its certificate of authentification, as beloved, I had also to labour at the idea of myself in love. I watched myself closely for all the signs and, precisely upon cue, here they were! Longing, desire, self-abnegation, etc. I was racked by all the symptoms. Even so, in spite of this fugue of feeling, I had felt nothing but pleasure when the young man who picked me up inserted his sex inside me in the blue-movie bedroom. I only grew guilty later, when I realised I had not felt in the least guilty at the time. And was I in character when I felt guilty or in character when I did not? I was perplexed. I no longer understood the logic of my performance. My script had been srambled behind my back. The cameraman was drunk. The director had had a crise de nerfs and been taken away to sanatorium. And my co-star ...