“John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Think! You could not have done it. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse.
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