HARRY: Well, she'll have to have some heat in her room. We can't all
live out here.
ANTHONY: Indeed you cannot. It is not good for the plants.
HARRY: I'm going where I can _smoke_, (_goes out_)
DICK: (_lightly, but fascinated by the idea_) You think there is a door
on the--hinter side of destruction?
TOM: How can one tell--where a door may be? One thing I want to say to
you--for it is about you. (_regards_ DICK _and not with his usual
impersonal contemplation_) I don't think Claire should have--any door
closed to her. (_pause_) You know, I think, what I mean. And perhaps you
can guess how it hurts to say it. Whether it's--mere escape
within,--rather shameful escape within, or the wild hope of that door
through, it's--(_suddenly all human_) Be good to her! (_after a
difficult moment, smiles_) Going away for ever is like dying, so one can
say things.
DICK: Why do you do it--go away for ever?
TOM: I haven't succeeded here.
DICK: But you've tried the going away before.
TOM: Never knowing I would not come back. So that wasn't going away. My
hope is that this will be like looking at life from outside life.
DICK: But then you'll not be in it.
TOM: I haven't been able to look at it while in it.
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