One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. I do not wish to return to Paris. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbled upon a museum of rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many open cabinets, ranged against the walls; but the next convinced him that if Jonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes did not run in the ordinary channels. There are way-stations—even terminals. What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then.
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