- Irene York: [Writing in letter] Dear Franklin, Let me first say I'm sorry. I'm not doing this to hurt you. You know I would never. It's only that I've finished waiting. I I've waited long enough. I'm ready. I know what's probably on the other side of that door, but I have to see for myself. To make my own choice while I still can. Like so many times my own words have failed me in life, I turn again to Auden. "How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return?" "Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day." "Were all stars to disappear or die I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime." Be strong. I know you can be. Tell Denise how proud I am. I'll give your love to Michael. And I'll see you again. I promise. All my love. Irene.
- Jude: [Reading from The Curse of Monte Cristo to Irene] Dantes, meanwhile, went on his way. Each step he trod oppressed his heart with fresh emotion; his first and most indelible recollections were there; not a tree, not a street, that he passed but seemed filled with dear and cherished memories. At this spot, so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances, his heart beat almost to bursting, his knees tottered underneath him, a mist floated over his sight, and had he not clung for support to one of the trees, he would inevitably have fallen...