" It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Goopes said that we must distinguish between sincerity and irony, which was often indeed no more than sincerity at the sublimated level. Find that boy. You shall know the truth. With an open hand, he slapped her face. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most.
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