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. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. Other times, the Buick was host to intense make-out sessions that lasted until the sun rose. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. Then I saw Mrs. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities.
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