In a moment she said "You have met him ?" "In the cemetery this morning, for the first time." "Everybody seems to have had business this morning at the cemetery.
Justine Caron spent hours there.

To me it is so foolish, heaping up a mound, and erecting a tombstone over--what ?--a dead thing, which, if one could see it, would be dreadful." "You would prefer complete absorption--as of the ocean ?" I brutally retorted.
She appeared not to notice the innuendo.

"Yes, what is gone is gone.
Graves are idolatry.

Gravestones are ghostly.

It is people without imagination who need these things, together with crape and black-edged paper.