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The Utopia of Greed
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"Thenwhatdoyoudo?"
"Iholdthekindofjobthattheworldwishesmetohold."
"Where?"
Heshookhishead."No,MissTaggart.Ifyoudecidetoleavethevalley,thisisoneofthethingsthatyouarenottoknow."
Hesmiledagainwiththatinsolentlypersonalqualitywhichnowseemedtosaythatheknewthethreatcontainedinhisanswerandwhatitmeanttoher,thenherosefromthetable.
Whenhehadgone,shefeltasifthemotionoftimewereanoppressiveweightinthestillnessofthehouse,likeastationary,half-solidmassslitheringslowlyintosomefaintelongationbyatempothatlefthernomeasuretoknowwhetherminuteshadpassedorhours.Shelayhalf-stretchedinanarmchairofthelivingroom,crumpledbythatheavy,indifferentlassitudewhichisnotthewilltolaziness,butthefrustrationofthewilltoasecretviolencethatnolesseractioncansatisfy.
Thatspecialpleasureshehadfeltinwatchinghimeatthefoodshehadprepared—shethought,lyingstill,hereyesclosed,hermindmoving,liketime,throughsomerealmofveiledslowness—ithadbeenthepleasureofknowingthatshehadprovidedhimwithasensualenjoyment,thatoneformofhisbody’ssatisfactionhadcomefromher.
...Thereisreason,shethought,whyawomanwouldwishtocookforaman...oh,notasaduty,notasachroniccareer,onlyasarareandspecialriteinsymbolof...
