[Come the morning they are going to look at themselves and think: what disasters we are, and probably regret a lot of this, but surprisingly also not as much of it as one might otherwise think,

For now, though, there is no regret. There is only each other, and each other is warm and pliant and smiling.]

I do want to see it, if you think it's beautiful. Really I want to see it if you think anything of it. Because it's you. You want to go on a picnic?