—Please come sit down, Gabrielle. You see...I've got to tell you now that I love you. —Alan... —I tell you solemnly...you're the first person I ever loved in my life. —Alan, they're all staring at us. —I know, but you've got to believe and remember...because, you see, this is my one chance of survival. I told you about that major artist that's been hidden. Well, I'm transferring him to you. You'll find a line in that poem of Villon's that fits that.  Something about: Thus in your field my seed of harvestry will thrive...Well, I've provided barren soil for that seed, but you'll give it fertility and growth and fruition. ... —I told you I was looking for something to believe in, worth living for and dying for. Well, I... I believe I found it...here in the valley of the sh- —Alan, what have you found? —I don't know.