“One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. D. Earles strode into the waiting-room. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Tonight Lucy doled out outré physiological theories of boys and their overactive hormones. ’ ‘As far as I know it, ma’am. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself.
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