Character: Ross Poldark. Page 2

- <...> But most importantly - it inspired fear.
Fear, Ross? What are you afraid of?
- To lose you.
It's highly unlikely.
- I do not mean another man, although this is not good. I'm talking about the physical loss, I'm afraid to lose you as a person, as a companion, with whom I spent close to a lifetime. You understand that the time will come, will surely come a time when I will not hear your voice or you mine? This probably sounds cheesy, but for me that thought is unbearable, monstrous...

That is civilized life, it is not an attempt to cram imperfect people in an unnatural frame, invented by people equally imperfect?

- The man with the most exquisite taste can change the taste if it in what does not deny.
As courage? asked Ross.
- So.

Demelza suggested that sometimes, perhaps the money is too much, so we have to collect so much stuff. What could be nicer than a passion for collecting, whether it be fans, ivory or glass, and then you can afford to collect the whole collection, one precious object after another, to place it on the shelves and every time to enjoy looking at her. But sir Horace, getting up in years, gathered many major collections. How could he find pleasure still? Six wonderful things will always remain six wonderful things. Gather six thousand and cease to value them.
Is as wife, - said Ross. It's not much.

- We are all vulgar.
For a moment all were silent.
- In what sense?
- In the ordinary. You're not going to argue that in every man there is something so unique that puts him above others! No habits, no traditions, no family. We all share the same desires and have the same functions: old and young, lords and beggars. Only a pervert will not laugh and cry on the same. It's just common sense. Vulgar common sense.

Sometimes I think that we can influence events, no more than ants.

When they brought the dinner, Ross hardly ate anything.
- You hungry?
- Just tired. Tired of talking, tired of arguing, tired to ask questions and to ride.
- Eat something.
'No,' said Ross, ' I only want you.

Life is a gamble, and even the most careful and fast on his feet man walking on the rope of circumstances, and even the slight vibration can reset. We live, feel safe, think we amount to something in the world, and suddenly -whoosh, and we are nothing.

- I did the right thing or not, Ross? I need to know. I had to make a decision.
In passing, Ross had touched her shoulder.
- You're worth more than the whole of Westminster, he said.

You have to reckon with the fact that the jealous, suspicious and distrustful.

Now, when you become a member of Parliament, your name alone carries weight. Oh, don't crevices, it's true, whether you like it or not. Many probably want to get your name for their businesses.
- I'm like a rich heiress - I suspect a vested interest in each admirer...

You were right calling me a stranger. But I'm an outsider, who know every inch of your skin.

In the art gallery three of the five people I would have chosen a different picture than I am. It's not just how they look, but that's behind them. When you know somebody so close, but still his desire is the strongest attachment, the spark between two people that can ignite the flames. But who knows whether it will warm or burn? he paused and frowned, glancing at Dan.- I didn't know how I would be greeted at home, did not know whether we will be together again to laugh. I want you, I want, but I still remained jealousy and anger, and they are strong. More I will not say anything. I can't promise that tomorrow things between us will go like, or sort of. As you can't, I'm sure. You were right calling me a stranger. But I'm an outsider, who know every inch of your skin. Let's start here, in a sense - from the beginning.

It wasn't a whore, said Demelza.
- Yes, but of the highest class. Select.
- A real ladies, those beauties?
- I rotated them. But none came to my taste.
- Have you tried?
- Just the eyes. And mostly at a distance.
- You're like a monk.
- Just because you're more beautiful than all of them put together.