Roland (with quiet conviction)
The world is mad.

Sylvie 
Not all of it, my love. 
Those who have power 
Are mad enough but there are people, Roland, 
Who keep themselves to themselves or rather to each other, 
Living a sane and gentle life in a forest nook or hill pocket,. 
Perpetuating their kind and their kindness, keeping
Their hands clean and their eyes keen, at one with
Themselves, each other and nature
[...]
I had thought that you and I, that you and I perhaps