"That's absurd!" said he, in contempt of her impractical plans and impossible dreams.
She wondered if 'absurdity' was really such a bad thing. And then she remembered a distant quote by philosopher Thomas Nagel: "Absurdity is one of the most human things about us: a manifestation of our most advanced and interesting characteristics."
"You just want another man," accused he.
"What gives you such an impression?" asked she. "Do you think I've been unfaithful?" (Referring to physical infidelity of course - not the mental type) "Just because you haven't been getting any does not mean I want to replace you." She practically sizzled as she thought of her many sacrifices and the injustice of his accusations. The time had come to talk.
"Just forget about it. I can't talk with you. You're a crazy woman," he said.
"What do I do that's crazy?" she asked, amused, as "craziness" had always been something that fascinated her.
"What do you do that's sensible?" asked he.
And she was left to ponder the fine line between madness and sanity.
MOMENT THREE...cause I seem to be on a roll.
It was late in the evening and the children were fast asleep. Loud silence. He read his newspaper while she sat at the dining room table entertaining an irresistible urge to tap out SOS in morse. Three short taps, three long taps, three short taps, pause...and then again...and again...
"Can you please stop tapping?" asked he. "You really are ruining my concentration."