But we're neglecting the punch all this time. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. She felt she was bound in honor to tell the whole affair to Manning sooner or later.
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