'What woman?' he said to me.
'You can find a woman—there are plenty of women,' I said.
'Not for me,' he said. 'I have known too many. I've known too much, I can marry nobody.'
'Do you dislike women?' I said.
'No—quite otherwise. I don't think ill of them.'
'Then why can't you marry? Why must you live alone?'
'Why live with a woman?' he said to me, and he looked mockingly. 'Which woman is it to be?'
'You can find her,' I said. 'There are many women.'
Again he shook his head in the stony, final fashion.
'Not for me. I have known too much.'