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’
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
am
.
There
’
s
black
days
ahead
.
’
’
No
!
’
she
protested
,
clinging
to
him
.
’
Why
?
Why
?
’
’
There
’
s
black
days
coming
for
us
all
and
for
everybody
,
’
he
repeated
with
a
prophetic
gloom
.
’
No
!
You
’
re
not
to
say
it
!
’
He
was
silent
.
But
she
could
feel
the
black
void
of
despair
inside
him
.
That
was
the
death
of
all
desire
,
the
death
of
all
love
:
this
despair
that
was
like
the
dark
cave
inside
the
men
,
in
which
their
spirit
was
lost
.
’
And
you
talk
so
coldly
about
sex
,
’
she
said
.
’
You
talk
as
if
you
had
only
wanted
your
own
pleasure
and
satisfaction
.
’
She
was
protesting
nervously
against
him
.
’
Nay
!
’
he
said
.
’
I
wanted
to
have
my
pleasure
and
satisfaction
of
a
woman
,
and
I
never
got
it
:
because
I
could
never
get
my
pleasure
and
satisfaction
of
her
unless
she
got
hers
of
me
at
the
same
time
.
And
it
never
happened
.
It
takes
two
.
’
’
But
you
never
believed
in
your
women
.
You
don
’
t
even
believe
really
in
me
,
’
she
said
.
