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‘It is all the fault of that lantern. She says that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic noise is nearly deafening. My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college education be damned. And they’ll shut the gates presently. “He writes very well,” said Ann Veronica. Instantly she seized the poker and made a desperate effort to get them out again. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be thinking about biology.
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