She had set out
to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without
counting the cost either for herself or others. She wanted to live. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk
for rope, and the shell for carbon. My servant. I bound him up good and tight,
stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and
particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the
discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the
chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life
homes. "
"And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. ’
Gerald considered.
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