Above the Clouds
‘I do so hate gossip,’ she murmured.
‘How I hate it too!’ I heard myself exclaim.
‘There is so much that is good and noble in human nature; why not talk of that?’
‘Why not indeed?’ I sighed.
‘I always feel that it is one’s own fault if one dislikes people, or finds them boring.’
‘How I agree with you!’ I cried sincerely.
‘But people are nowadays so cynical—they sneer at everything that makes life worth living—Love, Faith, Friendship—’
‘And yet those very names are so lovely that even when used in mockery they shed a radiance—they shine like stars.’
‘How beautifully you put it! I have so enjoyed our talk.’ I had enjoyed it too, and felt all the better for it, only a little giddy and out of breath, as if I had been up in a balloon.