“She leaned away from him and clinching her fists lifted her face toward the sky. "I want to die," she said, as if moulding each word carefully in her heart. "Dot," he whispered uncomfortably, "you'll forget. Things are sweeter when they're lost.
I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot. And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands."
Absorbed in himself, he continued:”