Something I can't explain ----
HELENA [quite practically]. Please don't bother about all sorts
of fine distinctions. Under the influence of Analytikos and my
husband, life has become a mess of indecision. I'm a simple,
direct woman and I expect you to say just what you think.
PARIS. Do you? Very well, then ---- [He comes a step nearer to
her.] Fate is impelling me toward you.
HELENA. Yes. That's much better. So you're a fatalist. It's very
Greek. I don't see what our dramatists would do without it.
PARIS. In my country there are no dramatists. We are too busy
with reality.
HELENA. Your people must be uncivilized barbarians.
PARIS. My people are a genuine people. There is but one thing we
worship.
HELENA. Don't tell me it's money.
PARIS. It's ----
HELENA. Analytikos says if there weren't any money, there
wouldn't be any of those ridiculous socialists.
PARIS. It isn't money. It's sincerity.
HELENA. I, too, believe in sincerity. It's the loveliest thing in
the world.
PARIS. And the most dangerous.
HELENA. The truth is never dangerous.
PARIS. Except when told.
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