"I'll have a pipe now we have sat down."
"See the stars marching into their old places. What a lot they see. Do you think they look right into us?"
"Let us hope not."
"Do you love me, Jim?"
"Must I say it again?"
"As much as you say you do?"
"I forget how much I said."
"Because sometimes ... well ... sometimes."
"What happens sometimes?"
"Ah, Jim, is there always to be a 'sometimes?' Why do I have always the little stab at my heart? Is the whisperer true who says I do most of the loving?"