You can tell there is years of work in here. At the same time, it seems unfinished. There's an open question in Bechdel's tale -- how does she know she had an impact in him? Any interest in her at all, it seems, is about her interests as a proxy for his own. His books and studies are given to her, his choice of clothes and ideas, and to the extent that she deviates from that, his displeasure is about the frustration of his desires.

We don't. She doesn't. We can only guess how much love there was.

...man, this book is cold.