June thinks Henry is stirred up when he becomes enraged, stuttering, illogical; she thinks he is alive now, whereas he was alive before she came, only deep down. Throughout her love of me there rings this note of jealousy: She wants to impede the now-certain publication of his book because it comes from me. She attacks Henry because he does not take any more advice from her. For all this I have to watch in the very moment of the greatest exaltation. When she cannot blind me she offers her body.
