"Well—can it?"
"It's up to you, Roseanne. I never knew there were women—"
"Like me? You should have said 'was a woman.'"
"Would you run away with me?"
"Never."
"Aren't we just hunting for an emotion?"
"Perhaps. Because there was a day—one day—in the pines—"
He nodded. "Different from these other two. That's because of the tragic formation of life. There is only one first, only one commencement, only one virginity. Then—"
"Character sets in."
"Then it becomes living. It may remain beautiful, but it cannot remain original."