We sit for a while in silence. “It’d would be bad for you in the arena, wouldn’t it? Knowing all the others?” I ask. “Oh, I think we can count on it being unbearable wherever I am.” He nods at the bottle. “Can I have that back now?”
”Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.”
