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           Buttheyknewevenlessoftenderness.Dry,withtheendlessdrytensionofwill,theytoowerewearingout.Thehumanworldwasjustgettingwornout.Perhapsitwouldturnfiercelydestructive.Asortofanarchy!Cliffordandhisconservativeanarchy!Perhapsitwouldn’tbeconservativemuchlonger.Perhapsitwoulddevelopintoaveryradicalanarchy.

           Conniefoundherselfshrinkingandafraidoftheworld.SometimesshewashappyforalittlewhileintheBoulevardsorintheBoisortheLuxembourgGardens.ButalreadyPariswasfullofAmericansandEnglish,strangeAmericansintheoddestuniforms,andtheusualdrearyEnglishthataresohopelessabroad.

           Shewasgladtodriveon.Itwassuddenlyhotweather,soHildawasgoingthroughSwitzerlandandovertheBrenner,thenthroughtheDolomitesdowntoVenice.Hildalovedallthemanagingandthedrivingandbeingmistressoftheshow.Conniewasquitecontenttokeepquiet.

           Andthetripwasreallyquitenice.OnlyConniekeptsayingtoherself:Whydon’tIreallycare!WhyamIneverreallythrilled?Howawful,thatIdon’treallycareaboutthelandscapeanymore!ButIdon’t.It’sratherawful.I’mlikeSaintBernard,whocouldsaildownthelakeofLucernewithoutevernoticingthattherewereevenmountainandgreenwater.Ijustdon’tcareforlandscapeanymore.Whyshouldonestareatit?Whyshouldone?Irefuseto.

           No,shefoundnothingvitalinFranceorSwitzerlandortheTyrolorItaly.Shejustwascartedthroughitall.AnditwasalllessrealthanWragby.