So I dare say I was christened Jack. She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness. It was a
cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and
flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art
School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings,
theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and
again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle
of these experiences. Why don’t you go
in? Charvill is there. ” She said. She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. ” She said.
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