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Anti-Life
Theyhavetobemightycarefulofyourhusband—he’sthemanwho’ssafefromthemrightnow—eversincethatradiobroadcastofmysister’s."
"Youaskedmetoforcehertospeakonthatbroadcast!"
"Iknow,Lillian.Welost,bothofus,thattime.Andwelose,bothofus,now."
"Yes,"shesaid,withthesamedarknessofcontemptinhereyes,"bothofus."
Itwasthecontemptthatpleasedhim;itwasthestrange,heedless,unfamiliarpleasureofknowingthatthiswomansawhimashewas,yetremainedheldbyhispresence,remainedandleanedbackinherchair,asifdeclaringherbondage.
"You’reawonderfulperson,Jim,"shesaid.Ithadthesoundofdamnation.Yetitwasatribute,andshemeantitassuch,andhispleasurecamefromtheknowledgethattheywereinarealmwheredamnationwasvalue.
"Youknow,"hesaidsuddenly,"you’rewrongaboutthosebutcher’sassistants,likeGonzales.Theyhavetheiruses.HaveyoueverlikedFranciscod’Anconia?"
"Ican’tstandhim."
"Well,doyouknowtherealpurposeofthatcocktail-swillingoccasionstagedbySenorGonzalestonight?Itwastocelebratetheagreementtonationalized’AnconiaCopperinaboutamonth."
Shelookedathimforamoment,thecornersofherlipsliftingslowlyintoasmile.
