We are all electric creatures floating in the electric sea of this electric universe.

Your poetry, it's... they're... not written about me, are they?

They're about how I feel.

Yes, but are they about me?

Every syllable.

Oh, God!

Oh, I know... it's sudden and... please, if they're no good, they're only words but... the feeling behind them... I love you, Cecily.

Please stop!

I know I'm a bad poet but I'm a good man and all I ask is that... that you try to see me-

I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me.