I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

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He continued to lie there, like someone lying awake at four o’clock in the morning, unable to put his mind to rest, but unable to find anything to do with it.

After a fellow gets famous it doesn&#39;t take long for someone to bob up that used to sit by him in school.

Written By Kin Hubbard

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