You are less than nothing to me. You are a bug floating in my waterglass. You defile the whole glass, not just the place where you float. I wake up in pain, knowing you are in this house.” Then I’m hardly “nothing” to you, am I? said Wang-mu silently. It sounds to me as if I’m very important to you indeed. You may be very brilliant, Qing-jao, but you do not understand yourself any better than anybody else does.
