And when it is irrevocable, it is one way,
like the path of a star.'
'Ha!' she cried bitterly. 'It is the old dead morality.'
'No,' he said, 'it is the law of creation. One is committed. One must
commit oneself to a conjunction with the other--for ever. But it is not
selfless--it is a maintaining of the self in mystic balance and
integrity--like a star balanced with another star.'
'I don't trust you when you drag in the stars,' she said. 'If you were
quite true, it wouldn't be necessary to be so far-fetched.'
'Don't trust me then,' he said, angry. 'It is enough that I trust
myself.'
'And that is where you make another mistake,' she replied. 'You DON'T
trust yourself. You don't fully believe yourself what you are saying.
You don't really want this conjunction, otherwise you wouldn't talk so
much about it, you'd get it.'
He was suspended for a moment, arrested.
'How?' he said.
'By just loving,' she retorted in defiance.
He was still a moment, in anger. Then he said:
'I tell you, I don't believe in love like that.
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