Bene, Bene harboured anesthesia no longer. His pleasure avoided physical disgust. His virginity could not bear intimacy. Unintentionaly, his heart, like tissue paper, closed.

Crazed. A wife, his women. The object of his infatuation. He shook off readiness. Bene was a filthy sleazy lover.

She, the mathematician was a virgin. Bene gave in, dragging a talisman. The mathematician collided, separated. His mistake. Blue eyes. The mathematician-

Reading notations, eyes Bene surprised. A letter Bene wrote to his wife; pettiness, friendliness.

Bene’s illness. Like a pendulum cut to the ground. Bene, the victim; a weapon of misery.