I have no time to quote, as usual, but I have to say.... Sara, what a poignant, lovely portrait you paint of the man who hides behind all those masks and identities. The man who is not Clark Kent (not really), not Kal-El, and absolutely not Superman. The man who is just... himself. He is what he is, and this story shows us what, and who, he is. And he is the man whose existence is determined by the fact that he loves Lois Lane. "Give me a fixed point and I shall move the universe", is what Alfred Einstein supposedly said. Well, Truman Clark Kal-El with a tiny dash of Superman lives for the minute speck in the universe that is Lois Lane. With her help, he can move everything.
And I feel sorry for Lois. As always. She is totally clueless, and we groan at her, don't we? We blame her when Clark keeps his double identity a secret from her. We blame her when she can't see through his disguise. Why is it her fault that Clark has deceived her?
Ah, but Clark hasn't lied to her out of spite or malice. He has gotten himself all tangled up in all his identities because he loves her, and he has been unable to show her his true self. (And don't give me the load of baloney that Clark is his true self.) Here and now, we can see the undisguised man... the wonderful man, the lovable, loving, modest man that we all want to hug, I'm certain.
So adorable!!! Sara, hurry back and get things right between them!
Ann
