She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. Everything. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. You know—if you want freedom.
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