that's your lot in your life, but it can't be fun for Daphne. Leda was unlucky -- she wanted nothing, and then because she surprised herself into wanting more, she risked everything. She got hurt. I don't want to be either of them. Helen Troy was too beautiful. The kind of woman men want so much that they destroy everything just trying to rid themselves of the way they feel. When you feel a lot it's so scary you want to smash up. If you are a man, it is easier to smash something on the outside than it is to feel what's happening inside. Women know it's inside, and so that's what they smash. They smash themselves. Me, I don't want to smash up, but I don't want to be smashed either. Everyone I meet is really saying the same useless stuff. They say, love is everything, throw yourself off the cliff for him. They say, love doesn't exist. Get the money and the house. The lovers all die of betrayal and a broken heart. The non-lovers live longer and hate everyone. Is that all there is? I said to Helen Troy. 'You should dig up Daphne and re-root her here.' Helen said, 'That's a nice idea. She could go in a lead pot by the door then at least she'd have company. No-one wants to be alone.' 'Shoulda thought of that before she turned herself into a tree' said Leda, who believes she has suffered more than anyone.