She turned up dead after about eight weeks and it broke my heart. And she, she in her own person too, was this eternal Bios, beginning again its recurrent journey to selection and multiplication and failure or survival. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. ‘She won’t like it,’ prophesied the captain gloomily.
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