Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. You must tell me what it all means. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience.
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