"She loves another?
Then I will love another also.

Whom shall I love ?" While thinking, I heard a far distant voice crying: "Thou, love another?
Two beings who love, who embrace, and who are not thou and I! Is such a thing possible?
Are you a fool ?" "Coward!" said Desgenais, "when will you forget that woman?
Is she such a great loss?
Take the first comer and console yourself." "No," I replied, "it is not such a great loss.

Have I not done what I ought?
Have I not driven her away from here?
What have you to say to that?
The rest concerns me; the bull wounded in the arena can lie down in a corner with the sword of the matador 'twixt his shoulders, and die in peace.

What can I do, tell me?
What do you mean by first comer?
You will show me a cloudless sky, trees and houses, men who talk, drink, sing, women who dance and horses that gallop.

All that is not life, it is the noise of life.