Claude Debussy,
Pelléas and Melisande
(1907)
“ Is it Pelléas?... Melisande. No, no; it is not Pelléas. It is nobody... You cannot understand me... it is something that is stronger than myself... Golaud. Come; be reasonable, Melisande.—What would you have me do?—You are no longer a child.—Is it me that you would leave? Melisande. Oh no! it is not that... I would like to go away with you... It is here that I cannot longer live... I feel that I should not live long. Golaud. But there still needs a reason. They will think you mad. They will think you have childish dreams. Come, is it Pelléas, perhaps? ”
