I used to see clearly all the trappings that he hung up in his imagination; costumes, fabrics, furniture...It was I who lent him weapons and a change of face. I could visualize everything that affected him, exactly as he would have imagined it for himself. I would follow him into strange, complicated adventures, on and on, into good and evil. I was aware-without being afraid of him-that he could become a serious menace to society. He had secrets that would remake life.
There is a woman who spent her life loving an evil creature; she died. I'm sure she's a saint in heaven right now.