raspberries than rubies, and a snowy branch of pine than an ermine cloak?"
"I'm going to get you an ermine cloak, all the same, or a sable one, if you'd rather."
"Oh, darling, really? Oh, you're so wonderful to me! How can I show you how much I love you?"
"By not getting all tired out. There's too much for you to do all the time. You must learn to let other people do things for you. I had no idea a wedding meant so much hullabaloo."
"And all so empty. I mean, what does anything matter except that you are mine and I am yours? These tribal laws, these sacrifices to tradition—they're all wrong. What do we care for laws, except the law of love? You know, Curtis, that what I would rather do would be simply to come home with you, across the fields, some evening when the frogs are piping and the west is pink, just you and I. You do know that, my lover, don't you?"
"I know, and I think it's wonderful of you,
