Oh if only I could take my mother away and never know of these things again. But it was impossible, the machine would go on and on and nothing would stop it. And no one from now on for ever would know how much he suffered and what it was really like to be him.How can I bear it, he thought, how can I go on bearing it without becoming something savage and awful?

It is unjust, it is so unjust, was her thought. I have never been recognized as myself.

Of course you don't know yourself, lucky old you. I just know myself too bloody well.