She asked him perpetually what he wanted. What did he want? What did he want? And all he ever answered was: 'I have told you'. He meant that he wanted the girl to go to her father in India as soon as her father should cable that he was ready to receive her. But just once he tripped up. To Leonora's eternal question he answered that all he desired in life was that - that he could pick himself together again and go on with his daily occupations if - the girl, being five thousand miles away, would continue to love him. He wanted nothing more, He prayed his God for nothing more. Well, he was a sentimentalist.

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has got the wrong thing.…

Mind, I am not preaching anything contrary to accepted morality. I am not advocating free love in this or any other case. Society must go on, I suppose, and so…

Pride and reserve are not the only things in life; perhaps they are not even the best things. But if they happen to be your particular virtues you will go all …

and you kissed me shy as though I'd never been your lover

Caraf trachas Lloegyr, lleudir goglet hediw, ac yn amgant y Lliw lliwas callet. Caraf am rotes rybuched met, myn y dyhaet my meith gwyrysset. Carafy theilu ae …

Amor e fogo que arde sem se ver, E ferida que doi, e nao se sente; E um contentamento descontente, E dor que desatina sem doer. E um nao querer mais que bem qu…