Ann: Tim, dear.
Tim: Please don’t think that I am going to be tiresome. I do try to keep my thoughts away from you when you don’t want them, but it is so difficult.
Ann: My dear, I need all of the reinforcements that you can give me—always.
Tim: You are so nice, dearest, that you count on my being a fool.
Ann: You’re teasing me.
Tim: I know you can’t need anything. It is horrible to have nasty involuntary necessities nibbling things out of one’s wishes.
Ann: What wishes?
Tim: The wish to behave well.
Ann: I never want to behave well.