I must make clear that I can only offer you words that will not help - I have no capacity for action and deplore all unncessary movement I see people in the street who are afraid of stillness and I pity their hectic lives you must have known I never loved you but that for a time it pleased me to pretend that I did George III was described as the mollusc king who never found his rock he was mad and misplaced America but in all situations I can always find a niche and keep my dreams within it - to stray away is suicide, if I am undefended, the snipers will need only minutes to pick me off so I prefer not to leave my attic room I have to first protect myself behind the walls where all, normally, is safe and this choice renders you superfluous you bring dangerous passions into my ordered life and this undermines the rigour with which I choose to order my domain