What we surrender ourselves to is the touch of nature, the sense of life.
Amicia. The first thing is to believe.
Florentia. The first thing, on the contrary, is to disbelieve.
Auberon. Lord, listen to them!
Dorriforth. The first thing is to folio—to care.
Florentia. I read a novel, I go to the theatre, to forget.
Amicia. To forget what?
Florentia. To forget life; to thro myself into something more beautiful more exciting: into fable and romance.
Dorriforth. The attraction of fable and romance is that it’s about us, about you and me—or people whose power to suffer and to enjoy is the same as ours. In other words, we live their experience, for the time, and that’s hardly escaping from life.
Florentia. I’m not at all particular as to what you call it. Call it an escape from the common, the prosaic, the immediate.