“But did thee feel the earth move?”

“I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.”

“Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.”

“do you want me to shoot thee, ingles?...quieres? it is nothing.”

“I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other.”

“Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.”

“For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.”