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Mag.
I forbid you to speak so about him. You don’t understand him
at all.
Gilb.
Ha!
Mag.
You donÕt know why he doesn’t want me to write points. He lives
me. He feels that I move in a world from which he is excluded;
he is deshamed that I should bare my soul to the gaze of the
curious; he wants me for himself alone; all to himself, and
that is why he blustered out - no he did not bluster, Clement
isn’t the kind of man to bluster.
Gilb.
Well observed. But he is gone; we will not quarrel over the
method of his departure. And he's gone because he cannot
endure that you should give your creative faculties full play.
Mag.
If he only understood it so. But on the surface it isn't that.
I could be the best and most royal and noblest woman in
the world if I could only meet the right man.
Gilb.
Well, at any rate, you admit that he is not the right man.
Mag.
I didn't say so.