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He
said
nothing
.
"
I
know
you
don
’
t
like
parties
.
Neither
do
I
.
But
sometimes
I
wonder
.
.
.
perhaps
we
’
re
the
only
ones
who
were
meant
to
be
able
to
enjoy
them
.
"
"
I
am
afraid
I
have
no
talent
for
it
.
"
"
Not
for
this
.
But
do
you
think
any
of
these
people
are
enjoying
it
?
They
’
re
just
straining
to
be
more
senseless
and
aimless
than
usual
.
To
be
light
and
unimportant
.
.
.
You
know
,
I
think
that
only
if
one
feels
immensely
important
can
one
feel
truly
light
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
t
know
.
"
"
It
’
s
just
a
thought
that
disturbs
me
once
in
a
while
.
.
.
.
I
thought
it
about
my
first
ball
.
.
.
.
I
keep
thinking
that
parties
are
intended
to
be
celebrations
,
and
celebrations
should
be
only
for
those
who
have
something
to
celebrate
.
"
"
I
have
never
thought
of
it
.
"
She
could
not
adapt
her
words
to
the
rigid
formality
of
his
manner
;
she
could
not
quite
believe
it
.
They
had
always
been
at
ease
together
,
in
his
office
.
Now
he
was
like
a
man
in
a
strait
jacket
.
"
Hank
,
look
at
it
.
If
you
didn
’
t
know
any
of
these
people
,
wouldn
’
t
it
seem
beautiful
?
The
lights
and
the
clothes
and
all
the
imagination
that
went
to
make
it
possible
.
.
.
"
She
was
looking
at
the
room
.
She
did
not
notice
that
he
had
not
followed
her
glance
.
He
was
looking
down
at
the
shadows
on
her
naked
shoulder
,
the
soft
,
blue
shadows
made
by
the
light
that
fell
through
the
strands
of
her
hair
.
"
Why
have
we
left
it
all
to
fools
?
It
should
have
been
ours
.
"
"
In
what
manner
?
"
