“I suppose that at one time I could have had anything I wanted, within reason, but that was the only thing I ever wanted with any fervor. God! And that taught me you can't have anything, you can't have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you've got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone—" He broke off uneasily.
She had risen and was standing, dry-eyed, picking little leaves from a dark vine.
"Dot—" "Go way," she said coldly. "What? Why?"
"I don't want just words. If that's all you have for me you'd better go."”