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She had been married to a man who had never bored
her and these people bored her very much.

She had liked it. She said she loved it. She loved anything that was exciting, that involved a change of scene, where there were new people and where things were pleasant. And he had felt the illusion of returning strength of will to work. Now if this was how it ended, and he knew it was, he must not turn like some snake biting itself because its back was broken.

That’s poetry. I’m full of po-
etry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”

“If you have to go away,” she said, “is it absolutely necessary to kill
off everything you leave behind? I mean do you have to take away
everything? Do you have to kill your horse, and your wife and burn
your saddle and your armour?”

“Love is a dunghill,”.