It's a sorry world," he went on. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. To settle things, you know. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. “It was inevitable,” he declared. “Alice—Alice gone dotty, and all over kids. I don't care how lonesome it is. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “Will you help me?” he asked. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. "I have nothing. ‘I’m on your side. "Read the first chapter of Job"; beyond that, nothing.
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