What is it my dear?Ah, how can we bear it?Bear what?This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?We can be quiet together, and pretend - since it is only the beginning - that we have all the time in the world.And every day we shall have less. And then none.Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.