 Conway, you're raving. You're raving! Her beauty, Melanson, like all other beauty in the world, lies at the mercy of those who do not know how to value it. It's a fragile thing that can live only where fragile things are loved. Take it away from this valley and you will see it fade like an echo. You will see her for what she is. An old woman. Conway, I don't believe you. I never will. I think you're off your head. I'm sorry if you think that, Melanson. They warned me about that in India.