Celia and her lover in The Cocktail Party:
I am not sure, Edward, that I understand you;
And yet I understand as I never did before.
I think -- I believe -- you are being yourself
As you never were before, with me.
Twice you have changed since I have been looking at you.
I looked at your face: and I thought that I knew
And loved every contour; and as I looked
It withered, as if I had unwrapped a mummy.
I listened to your voice, that had always thrilled me,
And it became another voice -- no, not a voice:
What I heard was only the noise of an insect,
Dry, endless, meaningless, inhuman --
You might have made it by scraping your legs together
Or however grasshoppers do it. I looked,
And listened for your heart, your blood;
And saw only a beetle the size of a man
With nothing more inside it than what comes out
When you tread on a beetle.
Perhaps that is what I am
Tread on me, if you like.