WALTER.
Iconoclast!
'Tis better as it is.
VIOLET.
Why is it so?
WALTER.
Because you would have loved him, and then I
Would have to wander outside of all joy,
Like Neptune in the cold. [A pause.
VIOLET.
Do you remember
You promised yesterday you'd paint for me
Three pictures from your life?
WALTER.
I'll do so now.
On this delicious eve, with words like colours,
I'll limn them on the canvass of your sense.