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From: Simmy Carpenter
Subject: contamination
Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2006 08:45:08 +0200

Then, after a thoughtful pause, she said doubtfully: Well, wellsee, then. Sometimes at night she would weep hysterically upon her pillow, andturn fiercely upon her mate. The front room upstairs that thedentists wife has now? In the dark he knew that she was smiling tremulously at him,pursing her lips. This power of losinghimself in solitary absorption would madden her. Eugene fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette, with fingers thatwere stiff and trembling. The front room upstairs that thedentists wife has now? In the darkness by the house, Eugene clutched at his throat. Then, turning, he plunged off blindly down the path. I took him in a big bowl of vegetablesoup myself, for his lunch: he ate it all up without stopping. In his big backroom at Elizas he waited death, lost and broken in a semi-life ofpetulant memory. She spenthalf her time talking to real estate men; they hovered about thehouse like flesh-flies. Dixieland itself had become enormously valuable. I know what youre trying to do, Steve screamed in an agony ofsuspicion. He said he would return early in autumn for a fewdays, and at least once a year thereafter. Then, as he listened, the far bell died away, and thephantom runners thudded into oblivion. He climbed the hills to ease his torturedspirit and stayed away from the house for hours. There issomething I have lost and have forgotten. He was a centaur, moon-eyedand wild of mane, torn apart with hunger for the golden world. In a moment, more quietly, he added: Or do men die? It stands there, awful and untraduced, above thedusty racket of our lives. Youre not coming back, Gene, said Ben softly. And he heard the whistlewail along the river. Meanwhile, Eliza talked incessantly about real estate, bought, soldand traded. Oh, just a little form Hugh wants you to sign, in case anythingshould happen. Gant moaned wearily, saying: Let him do as he likes.

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