[He draws himself up with grace and aplomb and leans his hands on the table so he can lean across it toward her and say six deadly words:]
You will never read my work.
[And he takes a step backwards to give him ample space to point a dramatic finger at her.]
And it is your loss. And it will always be your loss, and it will frustrate you. Down here in your root cellar in your large and undecorated house.
[So there. He backs up two more steps, closing the distance between himself and the staircase--gives her one last emphatic point--and then turns to go back up the stairs and leave her to her root cellar and her undecorated house,]
no subject
You will never read my work.
[And he takes a step backwards to give him ample space to point a dramatic finger at her.]
And it is your loss. And it will always be your loss, and it will frustrate you. Down here in your root cellar in your large and undecorated house.
[So there. He backs up two more steps, closing the distance between himself and the staircase--gives her one last emphatic point--and then turns to go back up the stairs and leave her to her root cellar and her undecorated house,]