“It isn’t a joke,” she said. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. ‘So I shall do so. Then, if you are bad to me, I can more easily blow off your head. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. ” “Go!” he said. ‘The major will tell you when to stop. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. Was it that the struggle of things to survive produced as a sort of necessary byproduct these intense preferences and appreciations, or was it that some mystical outer thing, some great force, drove life beautyward, even in spite of expediency, regardless of survival value and all the manifest discretions of life? She went to Capes with that riddle and put it to him very carefully and clearly, and he talked well—he always talked at some length when she took a difficulty to him—and sent her to a various literature upon the markings of butterflies, the incomprehensible elaboration and splendor of birds of Paradise and hummingbirds’ plumes, the patterning of tigers, and a leopard’s spots. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle.
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