When she had gone up to the bathroom, . . .

"When she had gone up to the bathroom, I put my note to her in my pocket. And I still didn't know. Does anyone ever know even the outer fringe of another? What are you like in there? Mary--do you hear? Who are you in there?"

. . . John Steinbeck . . . The Winter of Our Discontent . . . 59 . . .