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’
’
Why
should
I
believe
you
,
Clifford
,
when
I
feel
that
whatever
God
there
is
has
at
last
wakened
up
in
my
guts
,
as
you
call
them
,
and
is
rippling
so
happily
there
,
like
dawn
.
Why
should
I
believe
you
,
when
I
feel
so
very
much
the
contrary
?
’
’
Oh
,
exactly
!
And
what
has
caused
this
extraordinary
change
in
you
?
running
out
stark
naked
in
the
rain
,
and
playing
Bacchante
?
desire
for
sensation
,
or
the
anticipation
of
going
to
Venice
?
’
’
Both
!
Do
you
think
it
is
horrid
of
me
to
be
so
thrilled
at
going
off
?
’
she
said
.
’
Rather
horrid
to
show
it
so
plainly
.
’
’
Then
I
’
ll
hide
it
.
’
’
Oh
,
don
’
t
trouble
!
You
almost
communicate
a
thrill
to
me
.
I
almost
feel
that
it
is
I
who
am
going
off
.
’
’
Well
,
why
don
’
t
you
come
?
’
’
We
’
ve
gone
over
all
that
.
And
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
suppose
your
greatest
thrill
comes
from
being
able
to
say
a
temporary
farewell
to
all
this
.
Nothing
so
thrilling
,
for
the
moment
,
as
Good
-
bye
-
to
-
all
!
-
-
But
every
parting
means
a
meeting
elsewhere
.
And
every
meeting
is
a
new
bondage
.
’
’
I
’
m
not
going
to
enter
any
new
bondages
.
’
