The night all my dreams came true.
Like all happy endings it was a tragedy, of my own device.
For I'd succeeded.I'd cut myself loose... from Joe, from the past,from the gulf, from poverty.
I had invented myself. I had done it cruelly,but I had done it. I was free.
I did it! I did it! I am a wild success! I showed them all! All my paintings.
You don't have to be embarrassedby me anymore. I'm rich!
Isn't that what you wanted?Isn't it great? Are we happy now?
Don't you understand that everything I do, I do it for you?
Anything that might bespecial in me is you.