You: But what a strange way for an intelligent person like yourself to think! Have you no curiosity?
She: Oh, certainly. To an extent. But when curiosity conflicts with one’s disgusts....
You: Disgusts? Now you are certainly wrong. It gives you away.
She: Yes, that was a silly thing to say.
You: Don’t you think that you allow your mind to rule you too much? It’s really dangerous. I mean it. Surely your intelligence tells you that a well-rounded personality....
She: But I told you; I don’t want to experiment!
You: I can’t believe that you are in a position to judge. You don’t really know what you want; you don’t know what to want. I don’t believe you for a minute when you say you are happy. Lovely, yes; but lovely in a melancholy way. How can you know about yourself, you wise child? Tell me, are you always so serene?
She: You’re getting much too serious. Let’s dance.
You: I don’t want to dance with you just now. I think you’re trying to run away from me as you have always run away from questions. Do you know, you’re a most deceptive person. When I met you, I said to myself, “She is sensitive,” but I never thought of you as being beautiful. I’m being frank, do you mind? But I see now that you are. I see that you are rarely beautiful, but that you do not wish to be. Isn’t that true?
She: Why no, of course not. I don’t understand it all.