She glanced rather sadly at Kane above the paper she was reading.
"You know how I feel, Lucie?"
She nodded, almost imperceptibly.
"How can you stand it, all the time this way?" he asked.
"Some of us learn to be in it, with a part of us out of it. A kind of self-hypnosis, a retreat of some kind. Into fantasy, that's what it really is. But—but I don't think any of us can keep on doing it forever. We will all give way completely—sooner or later."
"I've got to get out," Kane said. "Do you want to get out?"
"It's impossible to get out."
"I've got to try."
"What's the use of trying if you know you can't get away? Where can anyone go?"
"There must be people who break away," Kane said. "There have to be."