"Letitia," I said, "it is of another world that you are dreaming."
"No, it is all quite possible here," she said. "It is possible to you, if you only think so. It is possible for me, because I do."
"It seems," I said, "a monstrous selfishness."
"Selfishness!" she said, aghast.
"As long as you have human eyes," I said, "you will see things to make you weep, Letitia."
"But if I shut them—if I rise above these petty—"
"The sound of crying will reach your ears," I said. "How then shall you escape sadness and regret? What right have you to avoid the burdens your fellows bear?—to be in bliss, while they are suffering? It would be monstrous, Letitia Primrose. You would not be woman: You would be a fiend."
She shook her head.
"You don't understand," she said.
"At least," I answered, "I will send you something from the office."