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It’s as if she’s standing in the hall in her travel costume, her coat and gloves, her hat, and she opens the front door and peers out into the blinding disillusionment of the outside world, and each time she shrinks back, she starts over, first movement, she gathers courage, second movement, she opens the door, third movement, and again she concludes, no, I cannot, and she shuts the door.