He poured out some tea for me.

“They talk⁠ ⁠… and they always lie⁠ ⁠…” he remarked.

“What are you speaking about?” I asked.

“Always about the same thing. About that love of theirs and what it is! Don’t you want to sleep?”

“Not at all.”

“Then would you like me to tell you how that love led to what happened to me?”

“Yes, if it will not be painful for you.”

“No, it is painful for me to be silent. Drink the tea⁠ ⁠… or is it too strong?”