“Okay, Mom. . The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. There's our young friend upstairs. It dealt from floor to ceiling and end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps; the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church. The flu attacked my reproductive organs and caused me to expel my 194 female parts. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment of an unlovely subject.
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