I've cared for heaps of people, but not to marry them' she said. 'I suppose I'm too fastidious. all my life I've wanted somebody I could look up to, somebody great and big and splendid. Most men are so small.'

'What d;you mean by splendid?' Hewet asked. 'People are-nothing more.

“What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what…”

“Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through a…”

“Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some purs…”

“She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude…”