Countess Nordston:
Would you die for love, Konstantin Dmitrich?
Levin:
I would. But not for my neighbour's wife.
[pause]
Levin:
An impure love is not love, to me. To admire another man's wife is a pleasant thing, but sensual desire indulged for its own sake is greed, a kind of gluttony, and a misuse of something sacred which is given to us so that we may choose the one person with whom to fulfill our humanness. Otherwise we might as well be cattle.
Countess Nordston:
Ah, an idealist!
[laughter erupts]
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