I thought you were one woman with sense... But you're like all the rest of them.

Fall for any man who'll promise you the moon and end by taking everything you had to give.

Oh, don't trouble yourself, my dear. It's not your fault. I should have known it was on the chart.

You've made your choice... the only choice you could make.

You've chosen life... and that's as it should be... whatever the reckoning.

And that's why I'm going away, my dear.

Oh, I...I can't help you now. I can only confuse you more and destroy whatever chance you have left of happiness.

You must make your own life amongst the living.

And whether you'll meet fair winds or foul... find your own way to harbor in the end.

Lucia, listen to me. Listen, my dear.

You've been dreaming... dreaming of a sea captain

that haunted this house...

of talks you had with him...

even a book you both wrote together...but, Lucia,

you wrote the book...you and no one else--

The book you imagined from his house...

from his picture on the wall...

from his gear lying around in every room.

It's been a dream, Lucia.
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..And the above text is only half of the monologue; here's the rest if you're feeling bored enough to do it:

It's been a dream, Lucia.

And in the morning

and the years after...

you'll only remember it as a dream...

and it'll die... as all dreams must die at waking.

How you'd have loved the North Cape

and the fjords and the midnight sun...

to sail across the reef at Barbados...

where the blue water turns to green...

to the Falklands

where a southerly gale rips the whole sea white!

What we've missed, Lucia!

What we've both missed.

Goodbye, my darling.