“Sometimes I feel,” said Roland carefully, “that the best state is to be without desire. When I really look at myself—”
“If you have a self—”
“At my life, at the way it is—what I really want is to—to have nothing. An empty clean bed. I have this image of a clean empty bed in a clean empty room, where nothing is asked or to be asked…”
“I know what you mean. No, that’s a feeble thing to say. It’s a much more powerful coincidence than that. That’s what I think about, when I’m alone. How good it would be to have nothing. How good it would be to desire nothing. And the same image. An empty bed in an empty room. White…”
“How funny—how very funny—that we should come here, for this purpose, and sit here, and discover—that—about each other.”
