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           ROSALIND:Whatdoyoumeanimpractical?

           AMORY:Oh—driveacar,butcan’tchangeatire.

           ROSALIND:Whatareyougoingtodo?

           AMORY:Can’tsay—runforPresident,write—

           ROSALIND:GreenwichVillage?

           AMORY:Goodheavens,no—Isaidwrite—notdrink.

           ROSALIND:Ilikebusinessmen.Clevermenareusuallysohomely.

           AMORY:IfeelasifI’dknownyouforages.

           ROSALIND:Oh,areyougoingtocommencethe"pyramid"story?

           AMORY:No—IwasgoingtomakeitFrench.IwasLouisXIVandyouwereoneofmy—my—(Changinghistone.)Suppose—wefellinlove.

           ROSALIND:I’vesuggestedpretending.

           AMORY:Ifwediditwouldbeverybig.

           ROSALIND:Why?

           AMORY:Becauseselfishpeopleareinawayterriblycapableofgreatloves.

           ROSALIND:(Turningherlipsup)Pretend.

           (Verydeliberatelytheykiss.)

           AMORY:Ican’tsaysweetthings.Butyouarebeautiful.

           ROSALIND:Notthat.

           AMORY:Whatthen?

           ROSALIND:(Sadly)Oh,nothing—onlyIwantsentiment,realsentiment—andIneverfindit.

           AMORY:Ineverfindanythingelseintheworld—andIloatheit.

           ROSALIND:It’ssohardtofindamaletogratifyone’sartistictaste.

           (Someonehasopenedadoorandthemusicofawaltzsurgesintotheroom.ROSALINDrises.)

           ROSALIND:Listen!they’replaying"KissMeAgain."

           (Helooksather.)

           AMORY:Well?

           ROSALIND:Well?

           AMORY:(Softly—thebattlelost)Iloveyou.

           ROSALIND:Iloveyou—now.

           (Theykiss.)

           AMORY:Oh,God,whathaveIdone?

           ROSALIND:Nothing.Oh,don’ttalk.Kissmeagain.

           AMORY:Idon’tknowwhyorhow,butIloveyou—fromthemomentIsawyou.