How private is privacy? Is it possible to know what other person really feels? Sansa answers to Tyrion: "I doubt it, my lord". As well as with pleasure, pain appears to be truly a private matter, uncommunicable, a thing an individual person experience in authentic isolation only hoping the other barely knows about him/her; or the hope he/she knows what feel others. Hope, not certainty.
Sansa feels truly alone and not only that, she is alienated from her past, her memory, her present, and her history are sins. Public sins.
Hanna Arendt states (in her work The Human Condition) the necessity of a public dimension to make a thing, part of reality. The reality is socially built in a public space. The reality, to be distinguished from a dream, for instance, must be shared with others. Without public recognition of the phenomena, we can not say it truly exists...it may be mere speculation, a hallucination, a fiction, perhaps a lie.
Sansa's inner life: nobody can know more than she does how she really feels. We can assume, we can speculate, but we'll never truly know what happens in her inner life.
Tyrion wants her to be happy. But who is a person from who we can only speculate what she feels? How can we truly know a person who by definition can not be known except for her "publicly" features? Is then every person a ghost to the others? A ghost made of flesh, speculation, and dry public notes, a ghost made of stories always told in the past tense?
Speculum means mirror. A poetic way to say "I don't see you, I mirror you in my eyes".
Is love possible then? Is pleasure the same thing to anybody? The holy grail of our time, the orgasm..is it possible if nobody can truly communicate the other the most basic feelings?
A matter of faith.
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