John eloquently writes: : Anyway, the question has floated around this list, coming and going like : the tide, for some time now -- Seymour and Muriel? How is that possible? : I know my history with the women I have loved. I know the history of : friends with the women and the men they have loved. Believe me, it's more : than possible. In fact, it's more than likely. : How does this happen? : How do we lose ourselves in the face and the life of someone everyone else : sees and knows and tries to tell us is not just unlikely but impossible for : us? : How do we travel to that place in our own minds where we see, at first and : sometimes for a very long time, a person more or less of our own creation? : ... etc.... You know, when I had gotten this far in your post, I was shaking my head thinking, how true, we create an image in our minds and fall in love with it, almost like falling in love with the institution of true love. Then we meet someone, totally opposite to this idealized person and are blown away by the way she pushes the hair back from her forehead, or keeps her kings in the back row. Has this happened, you ask... Of course, from the rest of your post I realize you are trying to say the opposite of my original misunderstanding, that Seymour took a while there to wake up and see through his own idealization of Muriel. That all of these people we fall in love with are destined to drive us to destraction and destruction with their clay feet (there I go again with the foot references). I hope you are wrong. All the best, Mattis