He falls in love with the actress because she’s a different woman everyday. When she leaves the house in the morning she’s his wife. In the afternoon, she’s someone else. When she returns home at night she’s his wife again. One day she’ll be a brunette, the next a blonde. One day she’ll have a southern accent, the next a Cockney. She gives him time to think about worthless things. She makes money and sees results; a finished product. He’s stuck thinking about a novel he cannot possibly write because he wasn’t there at the right time or place and hasn’t seen enough interesting things in his life and doesn’t have the stamina to pretend each day that he has.