" "I think I remember reading something about your father in the papers," observed Wood. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well. He was profoundly stirred. Things happen out this way. . . And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. “Rather darker than most of them. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable.
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