`... I have been angry for so long - - with all of us, with you, with my poor self... and now, near the end, I think of you with clear love...'
Did we not -- did you not flame, and I catch fire? Is that not fine? Shall we survive and rise from our ashes...?'
`... And so, "in the calm of mind, all passion spent," I thank God -- if there must be a dragon -- that he was you.'
