The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. Now there is none. Nobody can trust you. “It is intolerable that you should be followed about by such a creature. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to unfold about each other; we’re going to have children.
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