At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone? Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young, and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. She reached for the door handle. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. His arm fell to his side. I have read that authors are very selfish and self-centred. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. ‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. I couldn’t sit down for a week!” “Oh, how terrible for you. Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep.
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