“Didn’t I this very evening, David?”

“We stood on the same spot of earth and looked off on the same distance, yet in my soul I know I did not see what you saw.”

“Pictures come to me very suddenly and just float by, hardly understood by myself. I didn’t want you to see all I saw, David. I don’t know how comes it, but all the time, even in the midst of our great gladness — right when it is most beautiful — far before me, right across our way, is a place that is dim. It seems ‘most like the shadows that fall on the hills when those great piles of clouds pass through the sky, when it is deep blue all around them and the sun shines everywhere else.”

“Your soul is still an undiscovered country to me, Cassandra.”