Astonish Me - Pg 108

 Out there, he will see her in the corps, no longer his rescuer but one of many identical girls, a bit of background, a swan or a peasant or a wili or a shade, and she will see him not as the man who smokes in her bed and wallows in her bathtub and splays naked in her armchair, flipping through the Russian-English dictionary, but as she had first seen him: onstage, removed, at the spinning center of everything.