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Chapter 7
We’reonlycerebratingmake-shifts,mechanicalandintellectualexperiments.Theremayevencomeacivilizationofgenuinemenandwomen,insteadofourlittlelotofclever-jacks,allattheintelligence-ageofseven.Itwouldbeevenmoreamazingthanmenofsmokeorbabiesinbottles.’
’Oh,whenpeoplebegintotalkaboutrealwomen,Igiveup,’saidOlive.
’Certainlynothingbutthespiritinusisworthhaving,’saidWinterslow.
’Spirits!’saidJack,drinkinghiswhiskyandsoda.
’Thinkso?Givemetheresurrectionofthebody!’saidDukes.
’Butit’llcome,intime,whenwe’veshovedthecerebralstoneawayabit,themoneyandtherest.Thenwe’llgetademocracyoftouch,insteadofademocracyofpocket.’
SomethingechoedinsideConnie:’Givemethedemocracyoftouch,theresurrectionofthebody!’Shedidn’tatallknowwhatitmeant,butitcomfortedher,asmeaninglessthingsmaydo.
Anyhoweverythingwasterriblysilly,andshewasexasperatedlyboredbyitall,byClifford,byAuntEva,byOliveandJack,andWinterslow,andevenbyDukes.Talk,talk,talk!Whathellitwas,thecontinualrattleofit!
Then,whenallthepeoplewent,itwasnobetter.Shecontinuedploddingon,butexasperationandirritationhadgotholdofherlowerbody,shecouldn’tescape.Thedaysseemedtogrindby,withcuriouspainfulness,yetnothinghappened.Onlyshewasgettingthinner;eventhehousekeepernoticedit,andaskedheraboutherself.EvenTommyDukesinsistedshewasnotwell,thoughshesaidshewasallright.
