A story that illustrates the bewilderment of a man in relationships with women who seem to attack and rail against him. his narrative is the focus there is another character who doesn’t struggle, the author of the story. He’s having a dream – She stood over me as I lay in bed “you are only here to provide a balance to the misogynistic thrust of the story. Tho you are the author, even so you’re nothing but a device, you’re a tenuous and whispy presence. Even if u wanted to act, what difference would it make?