"Really?"
"Do you do nothing with your whole heart, or everything?"
"Everything," said Vivette, with her mouth full.
"I don't believe anything really touches you."
Peter was trying to be serious.
"You are forgetting the champagne," she interrupted.
Peter went to the cupboard, brought out a bottle and exploded it.
"Thank you, Peter. There's nothing in the world like the pop of a champagne cork. It makes me think."
"Think?" said Peter, with his nose in the air.
"Yes," she insisted. "It makes me think how nothing matters at all, or how everything matters tremendously. I don't know which."