So the arabesque of the plot, as I say, is a matter of encountering bad object choices and overcoming them: -- neatness, busyness--choices which, by the way, are on the surface temptations.
But somehow or another it's not enough because the otherness, - the mutuality of regard that this story wants to enforce as life-- as life properly lived--is not entailed in and of itself in neatness and busyness.