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"Lately I recognize in myself the tendancy to shield my mind," she said slowly, "from truth as eyes from explosion."
"My name is Semper, and I am the truth. Your truth, if you want."
She smiled. "What else."
"I am--"
"No, what else. Nothing else. I've never been more convinced. No one has ever convinced me before that they are for me. For me, you understand?" She was a gilded birdcage, love was the gold paint, the surface lustre, her skin.
"Your name is Gilt. Your name is Gilt. Your name is Gilt." It was an incantation. They moved together.
"My name is Semper, and I am the truth. Your truth, if you want."
She smiled. "What else."
"I am--"
"No, what else. Nothing else. I've never been more convinced. No one has ever convinced me before that they are for me. For me, you understand?" She was a gilded birdcage, love was the gold paint, the surface lustre, her skin.
"Your name is Gilt. Your name is Gilt. Your name is Gilt." It was an incantation. They moved together.