Even now, even if she wanted to break her head, she could not figure out what Adam really looked like. When she thought of Adam, she only felt that he gave her the same feeling as Joseph. When he mentioned Adam last night, she wanted to tell him that sometimes lying in his arms was like lying in Adam's arms.
But a fool would say that.
She could not say it to him, that Joseph, I don't know why but sometimes I mistake you for Adam.
In this case, there was no doubt that she sought death.
It was a terrible thing to forget the way one looked. What was even more terrible was that she always had the illusion that Joseph was Adam, as if the two were gradually overlapping together, so that Irish realized the seriousness of the situation.
