AGNES BOULTON, EUGENE O'NEILL AND DOROTHY DAY|
"this spot in Greenwich Village...would never be forgotten,,,I held to his hands as we went down the slippery icy steps into a small, faintly lighted coffee shop that was in the basement of that building that was to start or end, I've forgotten which, that fine revolution, and drank coffee out of tall glasses at a table lit only with candles. It was in this small place that something happened that broke up something else, and brought me and Gene together; and I mention the light of the candles because that was, in a way, the cause of it...Dorothy was there,too, of course, as we knew she would be, but the candlelight only brought out the long, classic line of her jaw and the ends of her tousled short hair. Gene stopped listening to her and looking at her, as he always did under more normal light. Even when she sang 'Frankie and Johnny,' with a new verse added he paid little attention, for he was looking at me...Could I have done this deliberately, leaned nearer to the candles than was necessary, thinking: I am more beautiful than Dorothy, even though I can't keep a tune! Please look at me? ...Those, as I remember it, seem to have been my sentiments: perhaps I took off my hat if I wore one; or loosened my hair; or just sat there, trying to look like The Blessed Damozel, leaning on the gold bar of Heaven---I don't remember. I only know that I knew, because I saw it in his eyes, that I looked beautiful, and that I was silent, and that I loved him...and that he wasn't looking at Dorothy now, but at me."---from PART OF A LONG STORY by Agnes Boulton, Doubleday and Co. 1958.