I wonder why I don't want to?
Listen! Once--after I was a protoplasm and a micro-organism, and a mollusc, and other things, I probably was a predatory animal--nice and sleek with velvet feet and shining incandescent eyes--and very, very predatory....

That's doubtless why I often feel so deliciously awake at night--with a tameless longing to prowl under the moon....

And I think I'd better go in, now." "Nonsense," he said, "I'm not going to bed yet." "Oh! And what difference might that make to me?
You are horridly conceited; do you know it ?" "Please stay, Calypso.

It's too hot to sleep." "No; star-prowling is contrary to civilized custom." "But every soul in the house is sound asleep--" "I should hope so! And you and I have no business to be out here." "Do little observances of that sort count with you and me ?" "They don't," she said, shaking her head, "but they ought to.

I _want_ to stay.