My Mother, Gertrude

This beautiful lady is my mother. Her name is Gertrude. Gertrude is married to my uncle, but she is not my mother. She can not be my mother. My mother's pure soul would not do such a thing as betray my true father.

Who is this woman? She is full of incest, of lust. She shows me very clearly how disgusting the female race is. Incestuous . . . incestuous beasts! She has forgotten her old husband. He no longer lives in her; she cannot see him anymore. Do not think I will listen to your banter any longer, lady. I am not the son of such sin.