The Dove—You misunderstand me. I call that imagination that is the growth of ignorance, religion.
Vera—And why do you like that?
The Dove—Because it goes farther than knowledge.
Vera—You know, sometimes I wish——
The Dove—Yes?
Vera—That you had lived all we pretend we have.
The Dove—Why?
Vera—I don’t know, but somehow someone like you should know—everything.
The Dove—Do I seem so young?
Vera—I know, that’s what’s so odd. [Impatiently.] For heaven’s sake, will you stop polishing that infernal weapon!