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(p. 45) "That evening, Marie came round for me and asked me if I wanted to marry
her. I said I didn´t mind and we could do if she wanted to.
She then wanted to know if I loved her. I replied as I had done once
already, that it didn´t mean anything but that I probably didn´t.
"Why marry me then?" she said. I explained to her that it really
didn´t matter and that if she wanted to, we could get married.
Anyway, she was the one who was asking me and I was simply saying yes.
She then remarked that marriage was a serious matter. I said, "No."
She didn´t say anything for a moment and looked at me in silence.
She then spoke. She just wanted to know if I´d have accepted
the same proposal if it had come from another woman, with whom I had a
similar relationship. I said, "Naturally." She then said she wondered
if she loved me and well, I had no idea about that. After another
moment´s silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that
was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for
the very same reason."
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