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Chapter 5-2
"We do it all," he had remarked, "so beautifully." "We do it all so beautifully." She hadn't denied this for a moment. "I see what you mean." "Well, I mean too," he had gone on, "that we haven't, no doubt, enough, the sense of difficulty." "Enough? Enough for what?" "Enough not to be selfish." "I don't think YOU are selfish," she had returned—and had managed not to wail it. "I don't say that it's me particularly—or that it's you or Charlotte or Amerigo. But we're selfish together—we move as a selfish mass. You see we want always the same thing," he had gone on—"and that holds us, that binds us, together. We want each other," he had further explained; "only wanting it, each time, FOR each other. That's what I call the happy spell; but it's also, a little, possibly, the immorality." "
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