The Zanzibar Cat

"They do all sorts of odd things. But they are poor folk, after all, you know."
"Why?" she whispered.
"Why?" he said lightly. "Why, because they only live while their passion is unsatisfied, you see. And as soon as they get what they come back for, they die for good. But they must come back, you know, they can't help themselves. They want it so much. You know yourself".
-Poor Man, Beggar Man-

"Keep away!" cried the king in horror.
"Why?" said his friend gently. "Because I have a white face? Because I look like a leper? My face is white, my dear friend, through an excess of passion. My movements are slow because I am dead."
-Poor Man, Beggar Man-