Unnamed, gawky She lives an isolated existence in a very peculiar house. Happy but lonely, she has typed out and sent 1,212 letters in 1,212 days with no reply until one day, she receives one from the like-minded He. After they meet, the idea of which throws her into a panic, she continues not to speak, still preferring to communicate in writing. They start to live together; he asks whether she’s happy, and her reply is a complex abstract disquisition on what happiness means. She gets pregnant, he gets a job; and the honeymoon is well and truly over, as things suddenly become very bleak indeed.