"It seems like six long
months to me. No man knew whence she had come nor why. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph
full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that
never happened. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets
again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has
already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less
energetic to repeat the operation. But, holy smoke!—the
Yale spirit in…. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring;
she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of
an eye, an utter stranger. She despises one-piece swimsuits, she calls them
‘old hag bathing dresses’ no matter how low-cut they are. As pretty as its owner. He introduced her as his
\"friend\" Lucy. ”
“Of how beautiful my children would be?” He
finished her sentence. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind
began permanently to readjust itself.
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