Rebecca.
And because of this miserable figment of the brain, you will let slip the hold you were beginning to take upon the living world?
Rosmer.
You may well think it hard. Yes, hard, Rebecca. But I have no choice. How could I ever leave this behind me?
Rebecca.
[Behind his chair.] By entering into new relations.
Rosmer.
[Surprised, looks up.] New relations?
Rebecca.
Yes, new relations to the outside world. Live, work, act. Don’t sit here brooding and groping among insoluble enigmas.