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Chapter 2
HeistheonlypersonIknowwhoalwaysseemstomeanwhathesayswhenhetalksaboutart.Ifonedayyoufoundhedidn’t,itwouldbelikeablasphemy.
Andthereisthefactthatheisagoodpainter,andIknowhewillbequitefamousoneday,andthisinfluencesmemorethanitshould.Notonlywhatheis,whathewillbe.
Irememberlaterhesaid(ProfessorHigginsagain).Youdon’treallystandadog’schanceanyhow.You’retoopretty.Theartoflove’syourline:nottheloveofart.
I’mgoingtotheHeathtodrownmyself,Isaid.
Ishouldn’tmarry.Haveatragicloveaffaire.Haveyourovariescutout.Something.Andhegavemeoneofhisreallywickedlooksoutofthecornersofhiseyes.Itwasn’tjustthat.Itwasfrightenedinafunnylittle-boyway,too.Asifhe’dsaidsomethingheknewheshouldn’thave,toseehowIwouldreact.Andsuddenlyheseemedmuchyoungerthanme.
HesooftenseemsyounginawayIcan’texplain.Perhapsit’sthathe’smademelookatmyselfandseethatwhatIbelieveisoldandstuffy.Peoplewhoteachyoucramoldideas,oldviews,oldways,intoyou.Likecoveringplantswithlayerafterlayerofoldearth;it’snowonderthepoorthingssorarelycomeupfreshandgreen.
ButG.P.has.Ididn’trecognizeitasfresh-green-shootinessforalongtime.ButnowIdo.
October24th
Anotherbadday.ImadesureitwasbadforCaliban,too.SometimesheirritatesmesomuchthatIcouldscreamathim.
