'...She knew that he had killed himself by way of revenge on her - he had told her that he would - but she did not know why. What were two me's[sic] to each other, that one should be so necessary to another? A sort of accident, it seemed, happened in young men's blood that made them think that two me's could be kneaded together into an us. Most of them probably lived to find it a mistake. Only dear Sasha had incredibly thrown his me away - poured it out of a cut throat - because he could not double it into an us. Here in this generous world were a million million me's - a million million columns of lonely blood and bone. There was no such thing as a real us.'
from Tobit Transplanted by Stella Benson (Chapter VII)
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