I used to think there was nothing I couldn't give up for Richard.

Could I give up this? If I had to choose between losing Richard and

losing this? (I suppose it would be generally considered that I _had_

lost Richard.) If I had had to choose seven years ago, before I knew,

I'd have chosen Richard; I couldn't have helped myself. But if I had

to choose now--knowing what reality is--between losing Richard in the

way I have lost him and losing reality, absolutely and for ever, losing,

absolutely and for ever, my real self, knowing that I'd lost it?...

If there's anything in it at all, losing my real self would be losing

Richard, losing Richard's real self absolutely and for ever. Knowing

reality is knowing that you can't lose it. That or nothing.

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