There are men who seem to be born the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Epherstion, Perchmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs.
I know I’m a freak, and sooner or later everybody’s gonna leave me.