But I’ve discovered that (1) not only did Charlie exist in the past, he exists now. In me and around me. [...] I thought (2) my intelligence created the barrier - my pompous, foolish pride, the feeling we had nothing in common because I had gone beyond you. [...] But that’s not it. It’s Charlie, the little boy who’s afraid of women because of things his mother did to him. Don’t you see? All these months while I’ve been growing up intellectually, I’ve still had (3) the emotional wiring of the childlike Charlie. And every time I came close to you, or thought about making love to you, there was a short circuit.