Quotation
Let me read one aloud.
-What, now?
Yes, now. You wouldn't be the first one I've read to today. There's an 82-year-old lady who receives nothing but junk mail and my daily poem.
-That's lovely.
Yeah, okay. Heh.
"Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright," (Poem ended here in film.)
(For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.)
-That's Yeats?
It is. You have the look of a woman who gives all her heart. It's hard to give less, you know. Mm. I hope you've planted some of these flowers where you can see them too.