First Voice: A category too. He is.
Theodosia: Well, then, well? An occurrence—one happening....
She was dull to Frank, to any reminder of him. She stirred wearily in the bed and drew her knees together, crossing her feet.
First Voice: The intense will to continue is centered in the individual organism, and thus, or for this, the matter of continuation is entrusted to the instance.
Third Voice: Brain turned into a walnut and then got a worm in it....
Theodosia: The genteel poor. I’ve always heard it said they were the greatest sufferers on the earth.
First Voice: And suppose, as Science says, it’s unlikely that there’s anything comparable to human life on any other planets. Human life, then, lonely in the great space of the sky, swinging around through space without greeting, without advice or sympathy, afraid.
Second Voice: Drunk to get more of itself!
Third Voice: What if.... Suppose she got more. She. Theodosia.
Second Voice: Love of God! What would it be?