It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. She was pale and looked like tears all over. Galatea was a serious girl. The thing is, it might sound strange.
The fantasy never got beyond that --I didn't let it-- and though the tears rolled down my face, I wasn't sobbing or out of control. Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and no matter how much we despised ourselves for it--unable quite to let each other go.
However, they are conflicted about whether they actually want to know their origins because as Ruth says, "clone models" are often somehow undesirable. Kathy H. Symbols All Symbols. Plot Summary. That was when I first understood, really understood, just how lucky we'd been Chapter 2, Page 6.
Very good. Here, Ruth calls attention to the flawed logic of empathy; no one can ever understand what another individual goes through.
If we'd understood that back then-who knows? Camille and I all straight forever-and-ever I was upset at the time, yes. Terry got up and cut right back to the shack. It was just the loneliness of San Francisco and the fact that I had a gun.
She drank beyond all bounds. Cite This Page. Without coming to any particular agreement we began holding hands, and in the same way it was mutely and beautifully and purely decided that when I got my hotel room in LA she would be beside me. Then Marylou began making love to me; she said Dean was going to stay with Camille and she wanted me to go with her.
The prettiest, shyest one hid far back in the field to watch and she had good reason because she was absolutely and finally the most beautiful girl Dean and I ever saw in all our lives. Chapter 9.