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           Takeyerclothesoffan’lookatyourselves.Yeroughtterbealivean’beautiful,an’yeruglyan’halfdead.SoI’dtell’em.An’I’dgetmymentoweardifferentclothes:appencloseredtrousers,brightred,an’littleshortwhitejackets.Why,ifmenhadred,finelegs,thatalonewouldchangetheminamonth.They’dbegintobemenagain,tobemen!An’thewomencoulddressastheyliked.Becauseifoncethemenwalkedwithlegsclosebrightscarlet,andbuttocksniceandshowingscarletunderalittlewhitejacket:thenthewomen’udbegintobewomen.It’sbecauseth’menaren’tmen,thatth’womenhavetobe.--An’intimepulldownTevershallandbuildafewbeautifulbuildings,thatwouldholdusall.An’cleanthecountryupagain.An’nothavemanychildren,becausetheworldisovercrowded.

           ’ButIwouldn’tpreachtothemen:onlystrip’eman’say:Lookatyourselves!That’sworkin’formoney!--Harkatyourselves!That’sworkingformoney.You’vebeenworkingformoney!LookatTevershall!It’shorrible.That’sbecauseitwasbuiltwhileyouwasworkingformoney.Lookatyourgirls!Theydon’tcareaboutyou,youdon’tcareaboutthem.It’sbecauseyou’vespentyourtimeworkingan’caringformoney.Youcan’ttalknormovenorlive,youcan’tproperlybewithawoman.You’renotalive.Lookatyourselves!’

           Therefellacompletesilence.Conniewashalflistening,andthreadinginthehairattherootofhisbellyafewforget-me-notsthatshehadgatheredonthewaytothehut.Outside,theworldhadgonestill,andalittleicy.