Dude, I hope you were joking. This scene is entirely quoting Shakespeare's "To be or not to be"... -__-
There's no heterosexual explanation to this.
You're thinking so much about your arch nemesis that you start making a little statue of him? A poket sized tridimensional image you can always have with you and look at? Maybe even touch? You can accurately recreate his appereance and body by memory?
Simp