Maia.
Then what would you put in its place?
Professor Rubek.
Life, Maia.
Maia.
Life?
Professor Rubek.
Yes, is not life in sunshine and in beauty a hundred times better worth while than to hang about to the end of your days in a raw, damp hole, and wear yourself out in a perpetual struggle with lumps of clay and blocks of stone?
Maia.
[With a little sigh.] Yes, I have always thought so, certainly.