’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the female. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. 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.
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