“I’m sorry. 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. She’s taken my sword. Hang the wench! Roding was right. And after that Alice became remoter than ever, and, after a time, ill. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge.
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