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Roy: Are you glad to see me again?

Myra: Yes.

Roy: I sense a reservation.

Myra: Well, I suppose there is one.

Roy: What? Why?

Myra: What’s the good of it?

Roy: You’re a strange girl, aren’t you? What’s the good of anything? What’s the good of living?

Myra: That’s a question too.

Roy: Oh, now wait a minute. I’m not going to let you get away with that. The wonderful things about living is that, this sort of thing can happen. In the shadow of a death raid, I can meet you and feel more intensely alive than walking around in peacetime and taking my life for granted. I still don’t get it, not quite.

Myra: What?

Roy: Your face. It’s all youth, all beauty.

Myra: What is it you still don’t get?

Roy: You know, when I left you this afternoon, I couldn’t remember what you looked like, not for the life for me. I thought, was she pretty? Was she ugly? What was she like? I couldn’t remember. I simply had to get to that theater tonight to see what she looked like.

Myra: Do you think you will remember me now?

Roy: I think so, I think so, for the rest of my life.

Myra: But what is it about me you still don’t get?

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, we now come to the last dance of the evening. I hope you enjoy the farewell waltz.

Roy: I’ll tell you later. Let’s dance now.

Myra: What does it mean, these candles?

Roy: You’ll find out.