The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but had to dress as a boy to do it. Your mother arrived, and she knew me for what I was, she whispered to me curses against werewolves and vampires when I was alone in a room with her. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations.
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