Felix. No, no, I won’t let you read it to her. It’s bad—it’s old—I’ve passed that stage long ago.
Victor. It’s called ‘The Eternal Life’.
Felix. You’re not to read it,—really!
Victor. (Reads)
There’s nothing true. The earth and sky Were false when first created; And you and I will surely lie When love is consummated.
Iris. That’s witty, isn’t it, Victor? How did you think of it? What’s consummated, Felix?
Victor. From the Latin ‘consummare’. It means that Love has—ahem—achieved its aim.
Iris. What aim?
Victor. Well—the usual one.
Iris. Oh, how shocking, Felix. I’m afraid of you. Is Latin always so immoral?