Hassan Hesham

“How? It’s obvious. You told me yourself, Lou is like your Bertha—she’s an automaton, playing her role, the same role, with me, with you, with one man after the other. The particular man is incidental. She seduced both of us in the same way, with the same female deviousness, the same guile, the same gestures, the same promises!” “And yet this automaton controls you. She dominates your mind: you worry about her opinion, you pine for her touch.” “No. No pining. No longer. What I feel now is rage.” “At Lou”
― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept: A Novel Of Obsession