'Why, Lydia, what's the matter with you?
You sound as though you'd been reading some fool socialist literature or something.' You know I don't read anything, Paul.

I never hear about anything but novels.

I never have time for anything else, and very likely I couldn't understand it if I read it, not having any education.

That's one thing I want you to help me with.
All I want is a chance for us to live together a little more, to have a few more thoughts in common, and oh! to be trying to be making something better out of ourselves for our children's sake.

I can't see that we're learning to be anything but--you, to be an efficient machine for making money, I to think of how to entertain as though we had more money than we really have.
I don't seem really to know you or live with you any more than if we were two guests stopping at the same hotel.