Rhoda.
A life rooted in the failure of all that life has meant to you from the beginning!
Michaelis.
Until yesterday I did not know what my life was.
Rhoda.
You do not know that, even yet. You know it now less than ever—what your life is, what it means to you, what it means to the world.
Michaelis.
To the world it can mean nothing. That is ended. But to us it can mean happiness. Let us make haste to gather it. Come!
Rhoda.
Where do you want me to go?