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"
Oh
,
don
’
t
be
stuffy
!
"
He
did
not
speak
,
because
his
consciousness
was
held
,
not
by
coherent
statements
,
but
by
two
pictures
that
seemed
to
glare
at
him
insistently
.
He
saw
the
article
,
"
The
Octopus
,
"
by
Bertram
Scudder
,
which
was
not
an
expression
of
ideas
,
but
a
bucket
of
slime
emptied
in
public
—
an
article
that
did
not
contain
a
single
fact
,
not
even
an
invented
one
,
but
poured
a
stream
of
sneers
and
adjectives
in
which
nothing
was
clear
except
the
filthy
malice
of
denouncing
without
considering
proof
necessary
.
And
he
saw
the
lines
of
Lillian
’
s
profile
,
the
proud
purity
which
he
had
sought
in
marrying
her
.
When
he
noticed
her
again
,
he
realized
that
the
vision
of
her
profile
was
in
his
own
mind
,
because
she
was
turned
to
him
full
-
face
,
watching
him
.
In
the
sudden
instant
of
returning
to
reality
,
he
thought
that
what
he
saw
in
her
eyes
was
enjoyment
.
But
in
the
next
instant
he
reminded
himself
that
he
was
sane
and
that
this
was
not
possible
.
"
It
’
s
the
first
time
you
’
ve
invited
that
.
.
.
"
he
used
an
obscene
word
with
unemotional
precision
,
"
to
my
house
.
It
’
s
the
last
.
"
"
How
dare
you
use
such
—
"
"
Don
’
t
argue
,
Lillian
.
If
you
do
,
I
’
ll
throw
him
out
right
now
.
"
He
gave
her
a
moment
to
answer
,
to
object
,
to
scream
at
him
if
she
wished
.
She
remained
silent
,
not
looking
at
him
,
only
her
smooth
cheeks
seemed
faintly
drawn
inward
,
as
if
deflated
.
Moving
blindly
away
through
the
coils
of
lights
,
voices
and
perfume
,
he
felt
a
cold
touch
of
dread
.
He
knew
that
he
should
think
of
Lillian
and
find
the
answer
to
the
riddle
of
her
character
,
because
this
was
a
revelation
which
he
could
not
ignore
;
but
he
did
not
think
of
her
—
and
he
felt
the
dread
because
he
knew
that
the
answer
had
ceased
to
matter
to
him
long
ago
.
The
flood
of
weariness
was
starting
to
rise
again
.
He
felt
as
if
he
could
almost
see
it
in
thickening
waves
;
it
was
not
within
him
,
but
outside
,
spreading
through
the
room
.
For
an
instant
,
he
felt
as
if
he
were
alone
,
lost
in
a
gray
desert
,
needing
help
and
knowing
that
no
help
would
come
.
