“I loved him against reason,” Eli shouts after Alex, “against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” “I already said I would get it,” Alex shouts back. “You don’t need to woo me with Dickens.” “Ah, but I must always woo you, my love,” Eli argues, affecting a terrible English accent, “With Dickens or otherwise.” “Can you do your wooing a little more quietly?” Francesca yells from her bedroom.
