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           "Well,Ican’tjudge.Aman,ofcourse,hastogothroughalotmore,andI’vebeensheltered."

           "Oh,don’tstall,please,Clara,"Amoryinterrupted;"butdotalkaboutmealittle,won’tyou?"

           "Surely,I’dadoreto."Shedidn’tsmile.

           "That’ssweetofyou.Firstanswersomequestions.AmIpainfullyconceited?"

           "Well—no,youhavetremendousvanity,butit’llamusethepeoplewhonoticeitspreponderance."

           "Isee."

           "You’rereallyhumbleatheart.Yousinktothethirdhellofdepressionwhenyouthinkyou’vebeenslighted.Infact,youhaven’tmuchself-respect."

           "Centreoftargettwice,Clara.Howdoyoudoit?Youneverletmesayaword."

           "Ofcoursenot—Icanneverjudgeamanwhilehe’stalking.ButI’mnotthrough;thereasonyouhavesolittlerealself-confidence,eventhoughyougravelyannouncetotheoccasionalphilistinethatyouthinkyou’reagenius,isthatyou’veattributedallsortsofatrociousfaultstoyourselfandaretryingtoliveuptothem.Forinstance,you’realwayssayingthatyouareaslavetohigh-balls."

           "ButIam,potentially."

           "Andyousayyou’reaweakcharacter,thatyou’venowill."

           "Notabitofwill—I’maslavetomyemotions,tomylikes,tomyhatredofboredom,tomostofmydesires—"

           "Youarenot!"Shebroughtonelittlefistdownontotheother."You’reaslave,aboundhelplessslavetoonethingintheworld,yourimagination."

           "Youcertainlyinterestme.Ifthisisn’tboringyou,goon."