“Then you—you will?” A long pause. ’ The door closed behind them both and Gerald was alone with Melusine. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. There would be no moon. But I never found any truth in the saying. Those were dreams. “Quite on my own,” she said. You will have lots of time on your hands. Too late now. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less energetic to repeat the operation.
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