‘Oh my darling, why is it that love makes me hate the world? It’s supposed to have quite the opposite effect. I feel as though all mankind, and God, too, were in a conspiracy against us.’
‘They are, they are’
‘But we’ve got our happiness in spite of them; here and now, we’ve taken possession of it. They can’t hurt us, can they?
‘Not tonight; not now’
‘Not for how many nights?’
- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited