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128 pages, Paperback
First published January 28, 1952

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00h3ycm“To see yourself as the world sees you may be very brave, but it can alshe world’s view of you as a weak-willed neurotic—better dead than alive? What right have they to judge? To judge you, they must have the capacity to feel as you feel. And who has? One in a thousand? You alone know how you have felt. And you alone know how unequal the battle has always been that your will has had to fight.”
“You and I are death to each other.”
Miller: Surely I would have a right to feel sad if I were to lose a new-found friend—especially one whom I so much like and respect.
Hester: Respect?
Miller: Yes, respect.
Freddie: Hell, it’s not that I’m not in love with her too, of course I am. Always have been and always will, I guess. But—well—moderation in all things—that’s always been my motto.
You can’t help being as you are—I can’t help being as I am. The fault lies with whichever of the gods had himself a good laugh up above by arranging for the two of us to meet.
“Freddie and I sat on the verandah together for about an hour. For some reason he talked very sincerely and rather touchingly about himself—how worried he was about his future, how his life seemed to have no direction or purpose, how he envied you—the brilliant lawyer—then quite suddenly he put his hand on my arm and murmured something conventional, about envying you for other reasons besides your career."
“I laughed at him and he laughed back at me, like a guilty small boy. He said, ‘I really do, you know, it’s not just a line. I really think you’re the most attractive girl I’ve ever met’—something like that. I didn’t really listen to the words, because I knew then, in that tiny moment when we were laughing together, I had no hope. No hope at all.”
Collyer: How, in the name of reason, could you have gone on loving a man who, by your own confession, can give you nothing in return?
Hester: Oh, but he can give me something in return, and even does, from time to time.
Collyer: What?
Hester: Himself.
Collyer: You believe in affinities?
Hester: I believe it was fated that Freddie and I should meet.
Collyer: As it’s turned out, a pretty evil fate.
Hester: Well, if there are good affinities there must be evil ones too, I suppose. Here you are.
Collyer: Can’t you give a name to those emotions?
Hester: Yes, I suppose so. Anger, hatred, and shame—in about equal parts, I think.
Collyer: Anger—at Page?
Hester: Yes.
Collyer: And hatred?
Hester: Of myself, of course. Shame at being alive.