To be in love with you she'd have to be in love with everything you're _not_, as well as everything you are; with everything you have been, with everything you never were, with everything you will be, with everything you might be, could be, should be." "That's a large order, Edie." "There's a larger one than that.

She might sweep all that overboard, see it go by whole pieces (the best pieces) at a time, and still be in love with the dear, incomprehensible, indescribable _you_.

That," said Edie, triumphant in her wisdom, "is what being in love is." "And do you think she isn't in it ?" "No.

Not anywhere near it.

But--it's a big but--" "I don't care how big it is.