Claire Clairmont:
What are you thinking about Mary?
Mary Shelley:
About Byron and his poem; the one nobody has written yet. Where the imagination could give life to matter, making it into a living poem. Just as fire can revive dead wood.
Claire Clairmont:
How obstinate they are. Why do men try to create life out of death, when women know perfectly well that life can create life?
Mary Shelley:
Love is sufficient for what you speak of, but in order to live; life is not enough.
Claire Clairmont:
It is for me when I'm with him.
Mary Shelley:
And when you are not with him you have no alternative but to write him letters.
Claire Clairmont:
He writes to somebody else.
Mary Shelley:
Byron only writes to himself.
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