I have tried to explore the mind of a woman, a pure, beautiful, delicate mind, a place that seems unable to accommodate me, a vulgar, vulgar, vulgar vulgar man. When I read through every character she wrote, I realized that a woman who is as full of fantasy about the unknown as I am, who is hopeful about reality but forced to be helpless, who is like a fledgling bird longing for the blue sky and strength, but who can only wait quietly in her nest, is like a hedgehog who does not easily give u...