You speak of your friends being here, yet we cannot see them.
However, I think we should speak of other things for a little while.
When will I ever be able to speak of her?
I speak of the future to which we all must turn.
But who else could I speak to of such things?
How often have I heard you speak of your own father?
However, I did not come here to speak of you.
But now is not the time to speak of things past.
Perhaps at another time we will speak of such things.
How could she speak of love, when we had only just met?