Vera—Now what do you mean?
The Dove—It doesn’t matter.
Vera—[After a long pause.] I wish you danced.
The Dove—Perhaps I do.
Vera—It might make me happier.
The Dove—[Irrelevantly.] Why don’t people get angry at each other, quite suddenly and without reason?
Vera—Why should they?
The Dove—Isn’t there something fine and cold and detached about a causeless anger?
Vera—I suppose so, it depends——
The Dove—No, it does not depend, that’s exactly it; to have a reason is to cheapen rage. I wish every man were beyond the reach of his own biography.