We have never been as happy or as miserable. Our quarrels are portentous, tremendous, violent. We are both wrathful to the point of madness, we desire death. My face is ravaged by tears, the veins on my temple swell. His mouth trembles. One cry from me brings him suddenly into my arms, sobbing. And then he desires me physically. We cry, and kiss. And the next moment we analyze and talk rationally. It is hysteria, in cooler moments I wonder at the extravagance of our feelings. Dullness and peace are forever over.