Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving. ”
Anaïs Nin
From : The Diary of Anaïs Nin
