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—
Today
we
went
to
Berne
,
it
was
so
nice
with
the
clocks
.
—
Today
we
climbed
high
enough
to
find
asphodel
and
edelweiss
.
.
.
After
that
the
letters
were
fewer
,
but
he
answered
them
all
.
There
was
one
:
I
wish
someone
were
in
love
with
me
like
boys
were
ages
ago
before
I
was
sick
.
I
suppose
it
will
be
years
,
though
,
before
I
could
think
of
anything
like
that
.
But
when
Dick
’
s
answer
was
delayed
for
any
reason
,
there
was
a
fluttering
burst
of
worry
—
like
a
worry
of
a
lover
:
"
Perhaps
I
have
bored
you
,
"
and
:
"
Afraid
I
have
presumed
,
"
and
:
"
I
keep
thinking
at
night
you
have
been
sick
.
"
In
actuality
Dick
was
sick
with
the
flu
.
When
he
recovered
,
all
except
the
formal
part
of
his
correspondence
was
sacrificed
to
the
consequent
fatigue
,
and
shortly
afterward
the
memory
of
her
became
overlaid
by
the
vivid
presence
of
a
Wisconsin
telephone
girl
at
headquarters
in
Bar
-
sur
-
Aube
.
She
was
red
-
lipped
like
a
poster
,
and
known
obscenely
in
the
messes
as
"
The
Switchboard
.
"
Franz
came
back
into
his
office
feeling
self
-
important
.
Dick
thought
he
would
probably
be
a
fine
clinician
,
for
the
sonorous
or
staccato
cadences
by
which
he
disciplined
nurse
or
patient
came
not
from
his
nervous
system
but
from
a
tremendous
and
harmless
vanity
.
His
true
emotions
were
more
ordered
and
kept
to
himself
.
"
Now
about
the
girl
,
Dick
,
"
he
said
.
"
Of
course
,
I
want
to
find
out
about
you
and
tell
you
about
myself
,
but
first
about
the
girl
,
because
I
have
been
waiting
to
tell
you
about
it
so
long
.
"
He
searched
for
and
found
a
sheaf
of
papers
in
a
filing
cabinet
but
after
shuffling
through
them
he
found
they
were
in
his
way
and
put
them
on
his
desk
.
Instead
he
told
Dick
the
story
.
About
a
year
and
a
half
before
,
Doctor
Dohmler
had
some
vague
correspondence
with
an
American
gentleman
living
in
Lausanne
,
a
Mr
.
Devereux
Warren
,
of
the
Warren
family
of
Chicago
.
A
meeting
was
arranged
and
one
day
Mr
.
Warren
arrived
at
the
clinic
with
his
daughter
Nicole
,
a
girl
of
sixteen
.
She
was
obviously
not
well
and
the
nurse
who
was
with
her
took
her
to
walk
about
the
grounds
while
Mr
.
Warren
had
his
consultation
.
