I, Handel, ask questions but can't answer them, I'm not a hero, only a chessboard knight hoping to be swifter than the game. While I kept my life to a series of clever moves, I felt well, almost happy, I left no time for reflection. I didn't want to see myself in the mirror. The tight chain of events began to separate, not physically, I was as busy as before, but emotionally, spiritually, I began to slip between the gaps, the reassuring stepping-stones were pushing farther and farther apart.



Winterson, Jeanette. Art & Lies: A Piece for Three Voices and a Bawd. Great Britain: Random House UK, 1994.