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I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. But with Catherine there was almost no difference in the night except that it was an even better time. If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it
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“If you ever live to be as old as I am you will find many things strange.” “You never seem old.” “It is the body that is old. Sometimes I am afraid I will break off a finger as one breaks a stick of chalk. And the spirit is no older and not much wiser.” “You are wise.” “No, that is the great fallacy; the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.” “Perhaps that is wisdom.” “It is a very unattractive wisdom. What do you value most?” “Some one I love.” “With me it is the same. That is not wisdom. Do you value life?” “Yes.” “So do I. Because it is all I have. And to give
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“Good luck. We thank you many times.” “You won’t thank me if you get drowned.” “What does he say?” Catherine asked. “He says good luck.”
The doctor said I was rather narrow in the hips and it’s all for the best if we keep young Catherine small.”
That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.
