“If without loving me, from duty he'll be good and kind to me, without what I want, that's a thousand times worse than unkindness! That's—hell! And that's just how it is. For a long while now he hasn't loved me. And where love ends, hate begins.
I don't know these streets at all. Hills it seems, and still houses, and houses…. And in the houses always people and people…. How many of them, no end, and all hating each other! Come, let me try and think what I want, to make me happy.”