Woe the fellow who thinking that he has it all understood concerning the person lying beside him, when snug in his belief that he's privy to all of the inner workings of that being, slumbers with the utmost peace; for that man will find himself awakening one day, whether he sleeps or not, to the sudden awareness that within this trusted sanctuary for his thoughts, the place he thought to lay his unearthly and earthly goods aside safely so that he could repose, are chambers unknown to him, passages where she alone treads and which map she keeps secret from all but herself.
And then pearls before swine revisited. Then a brief nod of acknowledgment to a status secondary to box, image, paint, the rank commonality of the sleek bourgeois.
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