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“Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. It’s just that I want to say. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. I only arrived when everybody was coming away. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting. Gladstone would have to a carelessly displayed interior on a dissecting-room table. " There was a brief, breathless pause. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be thinking about biology.
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