I keep going on and on--I don't know what for--and IT keeps going on and on--goodness knows what it's all for." "You shouldn't bother yourself," he said.

"You should just let it go on and on--" "But I MUST bother," she said.

"I must think and feel--" "You've no occasion," he said.
"How-- ?" she said, with a sudden grunting, unhappy laugh.

Then she lit a cigarette.
"No," she said.

"What I should really like more than anything would be an end of the world.