»Tell me about beauty«, said Jimmy. »Look at me, there is your definition if I'm right about what you mean«, answered Deborah. »I wish I weren't here for what I'm here. I don't deplore what happened.« »How should you? I'm your world and everything you have.« »You altered everything«, he said puling the trigger of his gun, »Beauty is a tear of sorrow, for you can never preserve what you see.«
