My anger left me as quickly as it had come, and again I felt weak.
“What is it then?” I asked. "There’s something. What is it?"
There was a silence, and then he replied, "Let’s say that from time to time you irritate me just a tiny little bit."
"That’s rather obvious," I said. "But I’d like to know why."
"You once explained to me that love isn’t everything for you," he said in a sudden burst of volubility. "All right. But then why do you insist on its being everything for me. You aren’t satisfied unless you are all that matters, unless nothing else exists for me but you, unless I devote my whole life to you while you sacrifice nothing of yours. It isn’t fair!"