“And she left him because he didn’t understand her?”
“I suppose so. I suppose she had to. It isn’t altogether a question of understanding; it’s a question of living. With him, she was only half-alive; the rest was dormant, deadened. And the dormant woman was the femme incomprise, and she HAD to be awakened.”
“And what about him.”
“I don’t know. I rather think he loves her as much as he can, but he’s a fool.”
“It was something like your mother and father,” said Miriam.