You still love me - even if there's one expression of it that you will always feel and want, but will not give me no longer. I'm still what I was, and you'll always see it, and you'll always grant me the same response, even if there's a greater one that you grant another man. No matter what you feel for him, it will not change what you feel for me, and it won't treason to either, because it comes from the same root, it's the same payment in answer to the same values.
A genius is a genius, regardless of the number of morons who belong to the same race - and a moron is a moron, regardless of the number of geniuses who share his racial origin.
Why have you been staring at me ever since we met? Because Iâ€™m not the Gail Wynand youâ€™d heard about. You see, I love you. And love is exception-making. If you were in love youâ€™d want to be broken, trampled, ordered, dominated, because thatâ€™s the impossible, in the inconceivable for you in your relations with people. That would be the one gift, the great exception youâ€™d want to offer the man you loved. But it wouldnâ€™t be easy for you.