"Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. The note-passer lagged behind with her. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. Barring that the Valade fellow had sneaked back. Her eyes flashed. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship.
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