Christ! Why should I go back?
I've forgotten Venice.
I've even forgotten my God for her!" "Sanang," says Kubla Khan to the magician, "couldn't you do something for this poor lad ?" It was now dusk in the garden by the Lake of Cranes...
"I don't need any damned wizard to bring my wife to me," raged Marco Polo.

"If she were to come, she would come, and I in the dark of the moon and the moorfowl calling.

She would have come because my heart needed her." And he raged through the dusk by the Lake of Cranes...
"Now, Marco, dear lad, don't be flying off again, but remember that there is science needed to all things.

And think, too, that maybe she was not permitted.

The older we get, the more we understand the destiny that rules all things, with now a nudge, with now a leading finger, with now a terrible blow over the heart, and what we think at twenty-five was a trifling accident, at seventy-five we know to have been the enormous gesture of God.