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"
You
don
’
t
even
share
it
.
Who
sees
these
?
You
’
re
like
a
miser
,
you
hoard
up
all
the
beauty
in
these
drawers
.
"
I
was
really
very
disappointed
,
I
thought
all
her
talk
was
very
silly
.
What
difference
would
a
dozen
specimens
make
to
a
species
?
"
I
hate
scientists
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
hate
people
who
collect
things
,
and
classify
things
and
give
them
names
and
then
forget
all
about
them
.
That
’
s
what
people
are
always
doing
in
art
.
They
call
a
painter
an
impressionist
or
a
cubist
or
something
and
then
they
put
him
in
a
drawer
and
don
’
t
see
him
as
a
living
individual
painter
any
more
.
But
I
can
see
they
’
re
beautifully
arranged
.
"
She
was
trying
to
be
nice
again
.
The
next
thing
I
said
was
,
I
do
photography
too
.
I
had
some
pictures
of
the
woods
behind
the
house
,
and
some
of
the
sea
coming
over
the
wall
at
Seaford
,
really
nice
ones
,
I
enlarged
them
myself
.
I
put
them
out
on
the
table
where
she
could
see
them
.
She
looked
at
them
,
she
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
They
’
re
not
much
,
I
said
.
I
haven
’
t
been
doing
it
long
.
"
They
’
re
dead
,
"
She
gave
me
a
funny
look
sideways
.
"
Not
these
particularly
.
All
photos
.
When
you
draw
something
it
lives
and
when
you
photograph
it
it
dies
.
"
It
’
s
like
a
record
,
I
said
.
