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The Sacred and the Profane
They’renotreallyafraidthatI’lldrivethemalloffthemarket—theydon’tcareenoughevenaboutthat.Doyouknowwhatthatbanquetwaslike?It’sasifthey’dheardthattherearevaluesoneissupposedtohonorandthisiswhatonedoestohonorthem—sotheywentthroughthemotions,likeghostspulledbysomesortofdistantechoesfromabetterage.I...Icouldn’tstandit."
Shesaid,herfacetight,"Andyoudon’tthinkyou’regenerous!"
Heglancedupather;hiseyesbrightenedtoalookofamusement.
"Whydotheymakeyousoangry?"
Shesaid,hervoicelowtohidethesoundoftenderness,"Youwantedtoenjoyit..."
"Itprobablyservesmeright.Ishouldn’thaveexpectedanything.Idon’tknowwhatitwasthatIwanted."
"Ido."
"I’veneverlikedoccasionsofthatsort.Idon’tseewhyIexpectedittobedifferent,thistime...Youknow,IwenttherefeelingalmostasiftheMetalhadchangedeverything,evenpeople."
"Ohyes,Hank,Iknow!"
"Well,itwasthewrongplacetoseekanything...Doyouremember?Yousaidoncethatcelebrationsshouldbeonlyforthosewhohavesomethingtocelebrate."
Thedotofherlightedcigarettestoppedinmid-air;shesatstill.Shehadneverspokentohimofthatpartyorofanythingrelatedtohishome.Inamoment,sheansweredquietly,"Iremember.
