It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. Even our coarseness. Its cavernous expanses equaled the upstairs of the house. An incredible road he had elected to travel; he granted that it was incredible; and along this road somewhere would be Desire. It was perfectly legitimate. The boy’s besotted. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. I’m not discussing Shakespeare.
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