I'm throwing it away with my eyes open, and because I'm a fool." "I--I don't understand," she faltered, bewildered.
"No," he said roughly.

"You don't understand.

That's just why I can't let you go on.

And, because I'm a fool, I can't play out this hand, where every card is mine.

I'll despise myself, always, for this, I suppose.