Woman (taking a few steps back) : It was good. In the end.
Her (dreamy state) : Now there’s nobody left to impress.
Woman (deep sigh) : There isn’t, I guess…
Her (turning head towards sea) : How does that feel?
Woman : Like a feather… light.
Her : You’re free… to pick one of these boats.
In the sea… you’ll throw it in the sea.
(Confession of a famous passion murder.)