"I couldn't talk to you when you went howling along like that."
"Fine," said Dugan. "There's nothing to talk about. I'll get you home."
The road wound underneath a brilliant red-painted Japanese archway. The jeep headlights picked up the crimson wooden beams with a flash of wild color. Then the road swung left and they were again near the beach. Dugan said nothing; he glanced sidewise at Sarah. Her hair was windblown. In the bright moonlight he thought he saw a smile on her face. It made him stop the jeep.
Almost annoyed, he said to her, in a tone weary with repetition, "You couldn't love one."
"But I do," said Sarah.
"Look," said Dugan, "I can love you. You're good. You're sweet. You're smart. You're somebody."
"Thank you, Colonel," said Major Lomax.
"But you can't love me. I know it. I'm a nobody. I'm Lieutenant Hayashi. I'm Mr. Kabashima. I'm Private Andreanov. I'm Professor Schieffelin. I'm anybody."
"Yes," said Sarah.
"We couldn't get married," said Dugan.