THE DARK CHAMBER
119
—I shall never, I can never, like you. I have seen what I love—it is soft as cream, delicate as the shirisha flower, beautiful as a butterfly.
King
It is false as a mirage, empty as a bubble.
Sudarshana
Let it be—but I cannot stand near you—I simply cannot! I must fly away from here. Union with you, it cannot be possible! It cannot be anything but a false union—my mind must inevitably turn away from you.
King
Will you not even try a little?
Sudarshana
I have been trying since yesterday—but the more I try, the more rebel-
