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It takes too many years to climb even a step in the social ladder. To them all I am nothing. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. You know—I worship you. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. It dealt from floor to ceiling and end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps; the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church.
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