Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Mocking anarchy is a pathetic way of saying “I will never be free,” and a very cynical view of your fellow man: Saying “I cannot trust my fellows not to resort to barbarism when given their freedom.” Saying, all of us must be slaves for my own protection.