"You mustn't talk any more; the
excitement isn't good for you. ‘As for you—’
‘Do not address me. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. Luck. The sky was dripping a wet, slow
rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs
and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except
the insane schizophrenics and her. "
"Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment. Even
then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of
life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of
dishes and plates. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him
worthy of you. They seemed the most
wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. "
"You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. He might solve the
riddle. ”
“Do you?”
“We were great friends at school. John picked it up and put it in her hands.
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