POET
What of that? You will not be remembered by geography and statistics, but by golden-mouthed Romance. And that is how Romance sees Africa.
CALLER
Well, I'm going to get my hat.
POET
Think! Think! If you enter by that door you will never fall among the foremost Bosnians. You will never die in a far-off, lonely land to lie by immense Sahara. And she will never weep for your beautiful doom and call herself cruel in vain.
CALLER
Hark! She is playing the piano. It seems to me that she might be unhappy about it for years. I don't see much good in that.
POET
No. I will comfort her.