"That's not a man's love you are describing, and not even a father's love. It's a fantasy-father, an idealized father once invented by a needy child. This love you need, Alan has given you. In this form of love you are right to trust him. But you will lose him one day, for there are other Alans exactly as there are other Sabinas, and they too demand to live and to be matched. The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves."

Sabina's head had fallen on her chest in a pose of contrition. "You don't believe that this man is here to arrest me?"

"No, Sabina, that is what you imagine. It is your own guilt which you have endowed this man with. You probably see this guilt mirrored in every policeman, every judge, every parent, every personage with authority. You see it with others' eyes. It's a reflection of what you feel. It's your interpretation: the eyes of the world on your acts."

Sabina raised her head. Such a flood of memories submerged her and hurt her so deeply she was left without breath. She felt such pain. It was like the pain of the "bends" felt by deep sea divers when they come to the surface too quickly.

"In your fabricated world, Sabina, men were either crusaders who would fight your battles for you, or judges continuing your parents' duties, or princes who had not yet come of age, and therefore could not be husbands."

"Free me," said Sabina to the lie detector. "Set me free. I've said that to so many men: 'Are you going to set me free?'" She laughed. "I was all ready to say it to you."

"You have to set yourself free. That will come with love..." said the lie detector.

"Oh, I've loved enough, if that could save one. I've loved plenty. Look at your notebook. I'm sure it is full of addresses."

"You haven't loved yet," he said. "You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, desire alone is not love, illusion is not love, dreaming is not love. All these were paths leading you out of yourself, it is true, and so you thought they led to another, but you never reached the other. You were only on the way. Could you go out now and find the other faces of Alan, which you never struggled to see, or accept? Would you find the other face of Mambo which he so delicately hid from you? Would you struggle to find the other face of Philip?"

"Is it my fault if they only turned one of their faces towards me?"