She is one of many. She is taking part in an auction. She exists through her love affair. But she doesn't know that it is not her who sets the price, the value in this market, that the hand which fumbles inside her and which cruelly turns her glands inside out, is the hand of the very principle of the market. The murderous Hand or Eye, which finds the pleasure in seeing how the actors, lustful like dogs are wearing out.. You are the only man without a secret. You speak about it but you don't believe. You are like an animal following a scent. Still the same. You are an actress playing the value of the feeling, its transcience. You are a biology, speculating about the mystery through your belly into which you lead the heat, which you in turn take to be yourself.