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From: | Bab William |
Subject: | [Erptravel-announce] mallard |
Date: | Tue, 19 Sep 2006 23:31:16 -0500 |
The question was, what to getfor them
next?
When I eat mydinner I dont do it to the greater
glory of God; I do it because Ienjoy it.
Everything was in afearful mess after her absence.
Even Dorothys father had greeted her as though she had only beenaway for the
week-end.
Eva Twiss,the niece of Mr Twiss the ironmonger, had
had an illegitimate baby,which had died.
Horrible to think of all that soggy, half-baked
trash massed together in one place. I should saythat in all probability that was why
you lost your memory. Very probably the whole thing was only another ofhis
periodical attempts to seduce her. What youre trying to do, apparently, pursued Mr
Warburton, isto make the worst of both worlds. It would be too bloody tobe without
tobacco tonight as well as all tomorrow.
There was still a minute or two before the glue
would be ready touse. Even from above you could seethat his shoes needed resoling.
But let me put the business side of it first. But I suppose its what comesnaturally
to me.
The problem of faith and no faith had
vanishedutterly from her mind. Were here today and gone tomorrow, and weve notime to
enjoy what weve got. Its not empty at all, its a deuced sight too full, thats
thetrouble with it.
It is the things that happen in yourheart that
matter. What a pity we cantborrow a horse from somebody and have Boadicea in her
chariot!
But I expect itll be all rightonce Im back at
work.
Even the loathsome platitudes of the pantheists
wouldbe beyond his understanding. So you really propose, he said to go back to your
parish work?
The mind, he said, will play curious trickswhen it
is in a tight corner.
You would be happier married, even to a husband
witha bald head and a clouded past. By the end of that time the last penny of his
money willhave gone down the sink.
There was a mountain of clothes to
bemade.
Let me put it to you, he said, in the form of a
bargain. This, better lighted than the other, contained the lending library. Even
the loathsome platitudes of the pantheists wouldbe beyond his understanding.
Copyright laws are changing all over the world.
I hope you dont mean thatpretending to believe is
the next best thing to believing?
Dorothy sat silent and listening with intent and
horrifiedfascination.
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