: The voice in the garden is your own voice. : It is; and it is not. It is something greater than me: I am… — George Bernard Shaw
: The voice in the garden is your own voice.
: It is; and it is not. It is something greater than me: I am only a part of it.
: The Voice does not tell me not to kill you. Yet I do not want you to die before me. No voice is needed to make me feel that.
[throwing his arm round her shoulder with an expression of anguish]: Oh no: that is plain without any voice. There is something that holds us together, something that has no word —
: Love. Love. Love.
: That is too short a word for so long a thing.
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