It took Marina in three days. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. Was it that the struggle of things to survive produced as a sort of necessary byproduct these intense preferences and appreciations, or was it that some mystical outer thing, some great force, drove life beautyward, even in spite of expediency, regardless of survival value and all the manifest discretions of life? She went to Capes with that riddle and put it to him very carefully and clearly, and he talked well—he always talked at some length when she took a difficulty to him—and sent her to a various literature upon the markings of butterflies, the incomprehensible elaboration and splendor of birds of Paradise and hummingbirds’ plumes, the patterning of tigers, and a leopard’s spots. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine. She wanted him, she needed sex, but the two ideas had not formed an equation where a concrete result could be deduced. “We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. “I tell my Mom everything. “It was very tiring. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. There it was—to be borrowed.
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