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She picks up a cushion and puts in on her lap as a shield against him. "If you make love to me I won't lie about it. If I make love to you I won't lie about it."
She moves the cushion against her heart, as if she would suffocate that part of herself which has broken free.
"What do you hate most?" he asks.
"A lie. And you?"
"Ownership," he says. "When you leave me, forget me."
Her fist swings towards him and hits hard into the bone just below his eye. She dresses and leaves.
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And more:

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Women want everything of a lover. And too often I would sink below the surface. So armies disappear under sand. And there was her fear of her husband, her belief in her honour, my old desire for self-sufficiency, my disappearances, her suspicions of me, my disbelief that she loved me. The paranoia and claustrophobia of hidden love.
"I think you have become inhuman," she said to me.
"I'm not the only betrayer."
"I don't think you care - that this has happened among us. You slide past everything with your fear and hate of ownership, of owning, of being owned, of being named. You think this is a virtue. I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover?"
I said nothing.
"Deny it, damn you."
***

An extremely slippery concept, ownership. All too often I look at myself, or at others, and I know that at the root of a lot of unhappiness lies this obsession in wanting to own another. I despise that. Yet, without ownership, what is love, really? When Almasy returned to Katherine in the Cave of Swimmers and found her dead, he despised himself for not staking a claim on her. I hope that I never make that mistake myself.

In other words, an inspiring book and an inspiring movie.