passions of

I will tell you a story, where there is beginning, middle and end. For it was my ambition to be able to do that. It is. Because I never knew where to begin things, where it goes , i simply let it go. everything seemed to me immense possibility. as do relationships. The story of passions begins with a quotoation "...nt look this way, as if you are in the passions of joan of arc"
It marks the end of the day. They were both women, feminists. They had a nice time together without their male partners around.
That was a night and a day. or a half day. They discussed issues of independance. To one it was all about being happily alone.
when you want to be happily alone you expect your others to be so when you leave them.
What if life is different for your others. What if they think you are not performing the duties of togetherness, not being emotionally sensitive?
it summarises the experience,
It solves the riddle.
It tells you that you could be crucified while being in company.