My homily is delivered in the abstract.

Can't you--in the abstract--understand _that_ ?--even if you are a bit doubtful concerning the seven deadly conventions ?" He rested on his oars, tingling all over with wrath and surprise.
"And now," she said quietly, "I think it time to go.

The sun is almost shining, you see, and the beauty of the scene is too obvious for even you to miss." "May I express an opinion before you depart ?" "If it is not a very long or very dissenting opinion." "Then it's this: two normal and wholesome people--man and a woman, can _not_ meet, either conventionally or unconventionally, without expressing some atom of interest in one another as individuals.

I say two--perfectly--normal--people--" "But it has just happened!" she insisted, preparing to rise.
"No, it has not happened." "Really.

You speak for yourself of course--" "Yes, I do.