"It isn't valuable to anybody but me, so you might have left it to me."
"Oh, I'll leave it to you, if you're in love with it."
"I'm not in love with it because it's mine. Anyhow, if I am in love
I'm in love with the moon and not with my idea of the moon."
"You don't know how to be in love with anything—even the moon. But I suppose it's all right as long as you're happy."
"Of course I'm happy. Why shouldn't I be?"
"Because you haven't got anything to make you happy."
"Oh, haven't I?"
"You might have. But you haven't. You're too obstinate to be happy."
"But I've just told you that I am happy."
"What have you got?" he persisted.