Angela Carter

What do you see when you see me?' She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. 'Do you want the truth?' She nodded. 'The firing squad. ' 'That's not the whole truth. Try again. ' 'Insatiability,' he said with some bitterness. 'That's oblique but altogether too simple. Once more,' she insisted. 'One more time. ' He was silent for several minutes. 'The map of a country in which I only exist by virtue of the extravagance of my metaphors. ' 'Now you're being too sophisticated. And, besides, what metaphors do we have in common?