If more lives were based upon it we would have more achievement and less emotion." The Irishman's enthusiasm caught sudden fire.
"And who wants less emotion?
Isn't emotion the salt of life?
Why, where would a poor devil of a wanderer like myself be, if he hadn't the dream in the back of his head that the right woman was waiting for him somewhere ?" Max watched him seriously.
"Then you have never loved ?" "Never loved?
God save us! I have been in and out of love ever since I was seventeen.

But, bless your heart, that has nothing to do with the right woman!" Max's intent eyes flashed.

"And you think the right woman will be content to take you--after all that ?" Blake came a step nearer, leaning over the parapet, his shoulder touching his companion's.
"Boy," he said, in a changed tone, "listen to me.

It's a big subject, this subject of love and liking--too big for me to riddle out, perhaps.
But this I know, the world was made as it is, and neither you nor I can change it; no, nor ten thousand cleverer than we! It's all a mystery, and the queerest bit of mystery in it is that a man may go down into the depths and rub shoulders with the worst, and yet keep the soul of him clean for the one woman." "Don't you think there are men who can do without either the depths or the one woman ?" "There are abnormalities, of course." Max waived the words.

"I am serious.