You wanted to give me br everything—everything—every last thing— br your breasts—your heart— br br you bared yourself and said—I am yours. br You said br we would out-do Mellors and Constance! br br And I, l'idiot— br I looked at you br through the eyes of a man, br br voracious, cunning eyes. br When I stopped—mid-stride, br I saw it all, suddenly, clearly, through your eyes. br br Too late. br Je suis Le Fou. Non, je suis une fou.br br Hanque O . . .