We used to lie down side by side, so as to be annihilated in unconsciousness, or to go and dream somewhere else.
(Commonplace life has shipwrecks worse than in Shakespearean dramas.
For man and wife--to sleep, to die.) But since I came back we separate ourselves with a wall.

This sincerity that I have brought back in my eyes and mind has changed the semblances round about me into reality, more than I imagine.

Marie is hiding from me her faded but disregarded body.

Her modesty has begun again; yes, she has ended by beginning again.
She has shut her door.

She is undressing, alone in her room, slowly, and as if uselessly.