I DO NOT EXPECT THE SPIRIT OF PENELOPE TO ENTER YOUR BREAST, FOR I AM NOT MIGHTY OR FEARLESS. (ONLY OUR LOVE IS BRAVE, A ROCK AGAINST THE WIND.) I CRY AND CRINGE WHEN THE CYCLOPS PEERS INTO MY CAVE... I DO NOT EXPECT YOUR LETTERS TO BE LENGTHY AND OF LOVE, FLOWERY AND PHILOSOPHIC, FOR WORDS ARE NOT OUR BOND. I NEED ONLY THE HARD FACT OF YOUR EXISTENCE FOR MY SUBSISTENCE. OUR LOVE IS A ROCK AGAINST THE WIND, NOT SOFT LIKE SILK AND LACE .