"But you can't. You know you can't."
"I can—if I give it up—once for all."
"What? Your divine genius?"
"Whatever it is. When I've killed that part of me I shall be all right. I mean—they'll be all right."
"You can't kill it. You can starve it, drug it, paralyze it, but you can't kill it. It's stronger than you. You'll go through hell—I know it, I've been there—you'll be like a drunkard trying to break himself of the drink habit."
"Yes. But some day I shall break myself, or be broken; and there'll be peace."
"Will there!"
"There'll be something."
She rose. The wheels sounded nearer, and stopped. The gate of the farmyard opened. The feet of the men were at the door.