I want to be gone out of myself, and you to be lost to yourself, so we are found different.

One shouldn't talk when one is tired and wretched.

One Hamletises, and it seems a lie.

Only believe me when I show you a bit of healthy pride and insouciance.

I hate myself serious.' 'Why shouldn't you be serious ?' she said.
He thought for a minute, then he said, sulkily: 'I don't know.' Then they walked on in silence, at outs.