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"
So
that
’
s
the
purpose
of
the
attachment
order
.
That
’
s
what
your
friends
are
afraid
of
.
I
knew
they
were
getting
set
to
spring
something
on
me
today
.
I
didn
’
t
know
that
the
attachment
was
their
idea
of
cutting
off
escape
.
"
He
turned
incredulously
to
look
at
his
mother
.
"
And
that
’
s
why
you
had
to
see
me
today
,
before
the
conference
in
New
York
.
"
"
Mother
didn
’
t
know
it
!
"
cried
Philip
,
then
caught
himself
and
cried
louder
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
!
I
haven
’
t
said
anything
!
I
haven
’
t
said
it
!
"
His
fear
now
seemed
to
have
some
much
less
mystic
and
much
more
practical
quality
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
you
poor
little
louse
,
I
won
’
t
tell
them
that
you
’
ve
told
me
anything
.
And
if
you
were
trying
—
"
He
did
not
finish
;
he
looked
at
the
three
faces
before
him
,
and
a
sudden
smile
ended
his
sentence
,
a
smile
of
weariness
,
of
pity
,
of
incredulous
revulsion
.
He
was
seeing
the
final
contradiction
,
the
grotesque
absurdity
at
the
end
of
the
irrationalists
’
game
:
the
men
in
Washington
had
hoped
to
hold
him
by
prompting
these
three
to
try
for
the
role
of
hostages
.
"
You
think
you
’
re
so
good
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
It
was
a
sudden
cry
and
it
came
from
Lillian
;
she
had
leaped
to
her
feet
to
bar
his
exit
;
her
face
was
distorted
,
as
he
had
seen
it
once
before
,
on
that
morning
when
she
had
learned
the
name
of
his
mistress
.
"
You
’
re
so
good
!
You
’
re
so
proud
of
yourself
!
Well
,
I
have
something
to
tell
you
!
"
She
looked
as
if
she
had
not
believed
until
this
moment
that
her
game
was
lost
.
The
sight
of
her
face
struck
him
like
a
last
shred
completing
a
circuit
,
and
in
sudden
clarity
he
knew
what
her
game
had
been
and
why
she
had
married
him
.
If
to
choose
a
person
as
the
constant
center
of
one
’
s
concern
,
as
the
focus
of
one
’
s
view
of
life
,
was
to
love
—
he
thought
—
then
it
was
true
that
she
loved
him
;
but
if
,
to
him
,
love
was
a
celebration
of
one
’
s
self
and
of
existence
—
then
,
to
the
self
-
haters
and
life
-
haters
,
the
pursuit
of
destruction
was
the
only
form
and
equivalent
of
love
.
It
was
for
the
best
of
his
virtues
that
Lillian
had
chosen
him
,
for
his
strength
,
his
confidence
,
his
pride
—
she
had
chosen
him
as
one
chooses
an
object
of
love
,
as
the
symbol
of
man
’
s
living
power
,
but
the
destruction
of
that
power
had
been
her
goal
.
He
saw
them
as
they
had
been
at
their
first
meeting
:
he
,
the
man
of
violent
energy
and
passionate
ambition
,
the
man
of
achievement
,
lighted
by
the
flame
of
his
success
and
flung
into
the
midst
of
those
pretentious
ashes
who
called
themselves
an
intellectual
elite
,
the
burned
out
remnants
of
undigested
culture
,
feeding
on
the
afterglow
of
the
minds
of
others
,
offering
their
denial
of
the
mind
as
their
only
claim
to
distinction
,
and
a
craving
to
control
the
world
as
their
only
lust
—
she
,
the
woman
hanger
-
on
of
that
elite
,
wearing
their
shopworn
sneer
as
her
answer
to
the
universe
,
holding
impotence
as
superiority
and
emptiness
as
virtue
—
he
,
unaware
of
their
hatred
,
innocently
scornful
of
their
posturing
fraud
—
she
,
seeing
him
as
the
danger
to
their
world
,
as
a
threat
,
as
a
challenge
,
as
a
reproach
.
