He thought of Kurt, and his mania for moving on.
She said:
“René! What do you like best in the world? I should like to give it you.”
He answered:
“Peace.”
“Peace? Isn’t this peace?”
Anger stirred in him on that. How could she talk of peace when to him every moment throbbed with menace? He turned over on his side away from her.
“Can there ever be peace,” he asked, “between a man and a woman?”
“What do you mean?”