“This agreed – may we not, in some circumscribed way – briefly, perhaps, probably – though it is Love’s Nature to know itself eternal – and in confined spaces too – may we not steal some – I almost wrote small, but it will never be that – some great happiness? We must come to grief and regret anyway – and I for one would rather regret the reality than its phantasm, knowledge than hope, the deed than the hesitation, true life and not mere sickly potentialities.”
