“There was an archer who was in love with his sister so the archer looked at his sister and he said, All the madness between me n you is real private. But the sister was real scared so she put down her cigarette and married the Sultan.”
The story becomes completely incoherent but I think there's something very interesting about this story, as an unconscious/archetypal arc
There is some private source of pleasure and desire that is illegible to the outside world, to the public. The love between the archer and the sister. And it offers itself to her naturally, fluent and effortless. And she doesn't trust it, doesn't trust her own desire, her own sense of valuing. And she instead gives herself over completely, weds herself to the most public, agreed-upon, legible object possible, the Sultan.