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The Utopia of Greed
Thenlethimdamnme—shethought,asifthevoicewerenowlostinthefogandwouldnothearher—lethimdamnmetomorrow...Iwanthim...back...Sheheardnoanswer,becauseherheadhadfallensoftlyagainstthechair;shewasasleep.
Whensheopenedhereyes,shesawhimstandingthreefeetaway,lookingdownather,asifhehadbeenwatchingherforsometime.
Shesawhisfaceand,withtheclarityofundividedperception,shesawthemeaningoftheexpressiononhisface:itwasthemeaningshehadfoughtforhours.Shesawitwithoutastonishment,becauseshehadnotyetregainedherawarenessofanyreasonwhyitshouldastonishher.
"Thisisthewayyoulook,"hesaidsoftly,"whenyoufallasleepinyouroffice,"andsheknewthathe,too,wasnotfullyawareoflettingherhearit:thewayhesaidittoldherhowoftenhehadthoughtofitandforwhatreason."Youlookasifyouwouldawakeninaworldwhereyouhadnothingtohideortofear,"andsheknewthatthefirstmovementofherfacehadbeenasmile,sheknewitinthemomentwhenitvanished,whenshegraspedthattheywerebothawake.Headdedquietly,withfullawareness,"Buthere,it’strue."
Herfirstemotionoftherealmofrealitywasasenseofpower.Shesatupwithaflowing,leisurelymovementofconfidence,feelingtheflowofthemotionfrommuscletomusclethroughherbody.
