"That's all?"
"That's all." With disgust he heard himself lying, but here and now the vastness of the subject could only be compressed into a lie. ' Outside of that there's only confusion and chaos. I won't lecture to you—we have too acute a realization of your physical suffering. But it's only by meeting the problems of every day, no matter how trifling and boring they seem, that you can make things drop back into places again. After that, perhaps you'll be able again to examine—"
He had slowed up to avoid the inevitable end of his thought: '—the frontiers of consciousness.' The frontiers that artists must explore were not for her, ever. She was fine-spun, inbred—eventually she might find rest in some quiet mysticism. Exploration was with those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit.
—Not for you, he almost said, it's too tough a game for you.
"That's all." With disgust he heard himself lying, but here and now the vastness of the subject could only be compressed into a lie. ' Outside of that there's only confusion and chaos. I won't lecture to you—we have too acute a realization of your physical suffering. But it's only by meeting the problems of every day, no matter how trifling and boring they seem, that you can make things drop back into places again. After that, perhaps you'll be able again to examine—"
He had slowed up to avoid the inevitable end of his thought: '—the frontiers of consciousness.' The frontiers that artists must explore were not for her, ever. She was fine-spun, inbred—eventually she might find rest in some quiet mysticism. Exploration was with those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit.
—Not for you, he almost said, it's too tough a game for you.
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