I gave him the one thing June cannot give him: honesty. There is a strange detachment from the ego in me. I am so ready to admit what an egotistical woman would not admit: that June is a superb and inspiring character who makes every other woman insipid. That I would like to live her life, but for my compassion and my conscience. She may destroy Henry the human being, but she fascinates Henry the writer, and he is more enriched by the ordeals she imposes on him than by happiness. But like June I have infinite possibilities for all experience, like June I have the power to burn like a flame, to
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