[...] You can pretend to disclose them to your hairdresser or your gynecologist, to certain friends, but in reality you disclose nothing, you just appear to be talking about a love affair, an awkward choice to be made between two men, and by transforming your story into that of millions of men and women since the world began — falling in love with someone when you’re perfectly happy with someone else — laying bare a very ancient conflict to which no one has ever found a solution. “You have to choose,” said some, “you have to decide one way or the other.” “You should conduct the affair in secret but stay with Guillaume,” said others. “You have to let it go,” urged some. “But you must know which one you truly love,” declared still others. But how can you choose in life without cutting your own self in two? For it’s not about, on the one hand, a man, and on the other, another. It’s about a life — beating, quivering like an organ laid bare — to which both men belong; and if you break with one of them, whichever one it might be, you might not survive.