“Do you know that boy very well, Shar?” Cathy Beck yelled in the general direction of the lavatory. It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. . 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. It is the vapouring school girl. "Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder. She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon.
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