In art, don't you see, there is no first person.

“I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too mu…”

“Não gosto nada de saber o que dizem de mim pelas minhas costas. Faz com que eu …”

“To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, …”

“How clever are you, my dear! You never mean a single word you say!”