I cannot even see her except at a distance, unless they choose to permit it.

I cannot write love letters to her, can I?
In our world one cannot do such things, and it would be of no use if I could--" "I would," said Taquisara.

"I would write.

I would see her--I would empty hell and drag Satan out by the hair to help me, if the saints would not.

But you! You sit still and die of love.