I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.
Is it honest for me to go and sit there on communion day and drink the wine and eat the bread while feeling it all to be mummery?
The negative is the equivalent of the composer's score, and the print the performance.

