human
Fools, fools, unutterable, irredeemable fools!
gpt
My dear, my dear, we are in a churchyard,
human
We are at this grave,
gpt
The poor woman would have been among the first to approve of the whole scheme, though it places her here beneath the daisies.
human
Exactly. Am I not justified then in crying 'fool'? Don't imagine that I exclude myself,
gpt
I think you might be less liable to error if you _were_ rather more of a fool, if I may say so,
human
Oh error! I daresay. One can guard against that, after a fashion, by never making a stretch after truth. And the reward comes, of its kind. How green the grave is. The grass grows so fast on graves.
gpt
Oh, you needn't unless you like! said Hadria with a laugh.
human
Indeed a churchyard might rather teach us what nonsense it is to take things seriously--our little affairs. This poor woman, a short while ago, was dying of grief and shame and agony, and the village was stirred with excitement, as if the solar system had come to grief. It all seemed so stupendous and important, yet now--look at that tall grass waving in the wind!