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           "Butyouhave.You’vebeenaverygoodmother.You’vedonesomethingforwhichIshallalwaysbegratefultoyou,you’veleftmealone."

           "Idon’tunderstandwhatyouwant."

           "Itoldyou.Reality."

           "Butwhereareyougoingtofindit?"

           "Idon’tknow.Perhapsitdoesn’texist.I’myoungstill;I’mignorant.IthoughtperhapsthatatCambridge,meetingpeopleandreadingbooks,Imightdiscoverwheretolookforit.IftheysayitonlyexistsinGod,I’mdone."

           Juliawasdisturbed.Whathesaidhadnotreallypenetratedtoherunderstanding,hiswordswerelinesandtheimportantthingwasnotwhattheymeant,butwhetherthey"gotover",butshewassensitivetotheemotionshefeltinhim.Ofcoursehewasonlyeighteen,anditwouldbesillytotakehimtooseriously,shecouldn’thelpthinkinghe’dgotallthatfromsomebodyelse,andthattherewasagooddealofposeinit.Didanyonehaveideasofhisownanddidanyonenotposejustawee,weebit?Butofcourseitmightbethatatthemomenthefelteverythinghesaid,anditwouldn’tbeveryniceofhertomakelightofit.

           "OfcourseIseewhatyoumean,"shesaid."Mygreatestwishintheworldisthatyoushouldbehappy.I’llmanageyourfather,andyoucandoasyoulike.Youmustseekyourownsalvation,Iseethat.ButIthinkyououghttomakesurethatalltheseideasofyoursaren’tjustmorbid.PerhapsyouweretoomuchaloneinViennaandIdaresayyoureadtoomuch.OfcourseyourfatherandIbelongtoadifferentgenerationandIdon’tsupposewecanhelpyou.