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Each time that we meet I try to kill you. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. ” “She does. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover.
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