"May the Fates avert from me a calamity so great!"
"You will have to entreat them very diligently, if you hope to escape it."
"Are you so very determined, then?"
"Yes. Although I feel I am mocked by the hope within me, still I shall persist."
"You waste your time."
"I am content to waste it in such a cause. Yet I am sorry I am so distasteful to you."
"That is not your fault. I forgive you that."
"What is it, then, you can't forgive in me?"
"Not more than I can't forgive in another. 'God made you all, therefore let you all pass for men.' I don't deal more hardly with you than with the rest, you see. You are only one of many."
"That is the unkindest thing you ever said to me. And that is saying much. Yet I, too, will beseech the Fates in my turn."