"I suppose that life is different in Sicily." "Life is life, everywhere," returned the Sicilian.

"If I love a woman, it is not for the pleasure of loving her, nor for the glory of having it written on my tombstone that I have died for her.

It is better that some one else should die and that I should have what I want.

How does that seem to you?
Is it not logic?
It is true that I have never loved any woman in that way.

But then, I am young, though I am older than you are." "What can I do ?" The pale young man smiled sadly and shook his head.
"You do not understand our society.