"Strange I never noticed it."
"I mean that he was only fully alive to himself. He was dead to other people. He has been dangerously self-centred."
"And now——"
"Now many hands are knocking at his postern gate!"
"What enigmatic things you do say, my child!"
"Don't you understand? Jarvis has built a high wall about himself, his precious self. He was a sort of superman, called to sit in a high tower and dream, to think, to formulate a message to the world. No claims of earth were allowed to enter in."
"But you climbed over the wall? You were a claim of earth?"
"You know how I sneaked in when he wasn't looking."
"If you could read me the letter, Bambina, or such portions of it as are not private, I might understand better what you are trying to say."
"I'll read it to you. It's none of it private. He has nothing private to say to me."