"Oh, God! Don't! Please--you must not talk.
I thought you were different from this." "And yet you have asked me a dozen times what's wrong here.

Why, everything's wrong! That man loves you because he can see you--any man would--but you don't love him, because you _haven't_ seen him.

You're not a woman to him at all, but an abstraction.

He's not a man to you at all, but an imagination.

_That's_ not love of man and woman.