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           Otherwisehewouldbelostlikeanidiotonamoor.

           ThisamazingdependenceConnierealizedwithasortofhorror.Sheheardhimwithhispitmanagers,withthemembersofhisBoard,withyoungscientists,andshewasamazedathisshrewdinsightintothings,hispower,hisuncannymaterialpoweroverwhatiscalledpracticalmen.Hehadbecomeapracticalmanhimselfandanamazinglyastuteandpowerfulone,amaster.ConnieattributedittoMrsBolton’sinfluenceuponhim,justatthecrisisinhislife.

           Butthisastuteandpracticalmanwasalmostanidiotwhenleftalonetohisownemotionallife.HeworshippedConnie.Shewashiswife,ahigherbeing,andheworshippedherwithaqueer,cravenidolatry,likeasavage,aworshipbasedonenormousfear,andevenhateofthepoweroftheidol,thedreadidol.AllhewantedwasforConnietoswear,toswearnottoleavehim,nottogivehimaway.

           ’Clifford,’shesaidtohim--butthiswasaftershehadthekeytothehut--’Wouldyoureallylikemetohaveachildoneday?’

           Helookedatherwithafurtiveapprehensioninhisratherprominentpaleeyes.

           ’Ishouldn’tmind,ifitmadenodifferencebetweenus,’hesaid.

           ’Nodifferencetowhat?’sheasked.

           ’Toyouandme;toourloveforoneanother.Ifit’sgoingtoaffectthat,thenI’mallagainstit.Why,Imightevenonedayhaveachildofmyown!’

           Shelookedathiminamazement.

           ’Imean,itmightcomebacktomeoneofthesedays.’

           Shestillstaredinamazement,andhewasuncomfortable.

           ’SoyouwouldnotlikeitifIhadachild?’shesaid.