CAPTAIN. Who knows.
LAURA. Now I am sleepy, so if you have any more fantastic visions keep them till to-morrow.
CAPTAIN. First, a word more about realities. Do you hate me?
LAURA. Yes, sometimes, when you are a man.
CAPTAIN. This is like race hatred. If it is true that we are descended from monkeys, at least it must be from two separate species. We are certainly not like one another, are we?
LAURA. What do you mean to say by all this?
CAPTAIN. I feel that one of us must go under in this struggle.
LAURA. Which?
CAPTAIN. The weaker, of course.
LAURA. And the stronger will be in the right?