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           AndIcan’tseeitfadeoutinacolorlessatmosphere!

           AMORY:Itwon’t—itwon’t!

           ROSALIND:I’dratherkeepitasabeautifulmemory—tuckedawayinmyheart.

           AMORY:Yes,womencandothat—butnotmen.I’drememberalways,notthebeautyofitwhileitlasted,butjustthebitterness,thelongbitterness.

           ROSALIND:Don’t!

           AMORY:Alltheyearsnevertoseeyou,nevertokissyou,justagateshutandbarred—youdon’tdarebemywife.

           ROSALIND:No—no—I’mtakingthehardestcourse,thestrongestcourse.MarryingyouwouldbeafailureandIneverfail—ifyoudon’tstopwalkingupanddownI’llscream!

           (Againhesinksdespairinglyontothelounge.)

           AMORY:Comeoverhereandkissme.

           ROSALIND:No.

           AMORY:Don’tyouwanttokissme?

           ROSALIND:To-nightIwantyoutolovemecalmlyandcoolly.

           AMORY:Thebeginningoftheend.

           ROSALIND:(Withaburstofinsight)Amory,you’reyoung.I’myoung.Peopleexcuseusnowforourposesandvanities,fortreatingpeoplelikeSanchoandyetgettingawaywithit.Theyexcuseusnow.Butyou’vegotalotofknockscomingtoyou—

           AMORY:Andyou’reafraidtotakethemwithme.

           ROSALIND:No,notthat.TherewasapoemIreadsomewhere—you’llsayEllaWheelerWilcoxandlaugh—butlisten:

           "Forthisiswisdom—toloveandlive,

           Totakewhatfateorthegodsmaygive,

           Toasknoquestion,tomakenoprayer,

           Tokissthelipsandcaressthehair,

           Speedpassion’sebbaswegreetitsflow,

           Tohaveandtohold,and,intime—letgo."

           AMORY:Butwehaven’thad.