Book: Eurydice

Orpheus. Because in the end, unthinkable, when two! Two shells, two mutually impenetrable epidermis divide us. Every man for himself, at least for the cry cry - each with its own oxygen, its own blood, each locked, and infinitely lonely in my skin. Pressed against each other, RUB against each other, to at least a little to get out of this terrible loneliness. Instant joy, instant self-deception, and you're alone again, his liver, his spleen, with all his guts - that they are your only friends.
Eurydice. Shut up!
Orpheus. Because some people and talk. Up yet is. The air with noise passes through the throat and between the teeth. Imperfect Morse code. Tapping with two prisoners from the depths of their cells. Two prisoners who will never see each other. Yes, we alone! Don't you think that we are too lonely?
Eurydice. Hold me tight.
Orpheus (pulls her to him). Heat, Yes. Someone else's warmth. It is still something real. Resistance, a barrier. Blowing heat barrier. Yeah, it means that there is someone else! I'm not really alone. We won't be too demanding to each other.
Eurydice. Tomorrow you will be able to turn around. You will kiss me.
Orpheus. Yes. For a moment sink into you. For a minute I'm going to believe that we two are woven of the stem of the same root. And then we go and we will again become two. Two mysteries, two lies. Two. (Caresses it. Dreamy). What if one day I inhaled with air, swallowed me. How wonderful it would be. I would have been very tiny inside of you, I would be warm, I'd be fine.

Mr. Henry (smiling). Yes, just like that. (Ponders for a minute, then takes Orpheus's hand.) My dear, there are two breeds of people. One species is abundant, prolific, happy, pliable like clay: they chew the sausage, have children, empty the machines, count the profits - a good year, a bad year in spite of pestilence and war, and so on to the end of his days; it's the people, the people every day, people find it hard to imagine dead. And there is another, noble breed of heroes. Those whom it is easy to imagine the pale, prostrate on the ground, with a bloody gash to his temple, they dwell just a moment - or surrounded by an honor guard, or between two gendarmes, depending on the circumstances, is selected. You never tempt such a fate?
Orpheus. Never, and tonight is smaller than ever.
Mr. Henry (approaches him, puts a hand on his shoulder, looking at him almost fondly). Sorry. Should not be too believe in happiness. Especially if you're a noble breed. Your share fall then nothing but disappointment.

Eurydice (clinging to him). Oh yeah! I'm quite small and quite undemanding. You just need to allow me to sleep at night on your shoulder, and in the afternoon all the time to keep my hand in his.
Orpheus. I loved to sleep on my back across the bed. Liked long lonely walks.
Eurydice. Try to lie down side by side across the bed, and during walks if you like, I'll go a little behind. Not too far away. Still, almost near! But because I so strongly love you! And I'll always be true to you so true... You only have all the time to talk to me, so I don't have time to think about stupid things.