Intimates

Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly. 

I handed her the mirror, and said: Please address these questions to the proper person! 

Please make all request to head-quarters! 

In all matters of emotional importance please approach the supreme authority direct!--

 So I handed her the mirror.  And she would have borken it over my head,

 but she caught sight of her own refection  

and that held her spellbound for two seconds while I fled. -D.H Lawrence