"All right, you didn't. He shall be our unfinished book, Barbara."
"He'll be your unfinished book. I've finished mine all right. Anything else will be simply appendix."
"You think you've got him complete?"
"Fairly complete."
"Oh, Barbara—"
"Don't tempt me, Ralph."
"After all," he said, "we were only playing with him."
"Well, we mustn't do it again."
"Never any more?"
"Never any more. I know it's a game for gods; but it's a cruel game. We must give it up."