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Why was she the all, the everything, why h her, why must he sink if he were detached from her? Why

must he cleave to her in a frenzy as for his very life?

The only other way to leave her was to die The only straight

way to leave her was to die His dark, raging soul knew that

But he had no desire for death

Why could he not leave her? Why could he not throw hiht be? He could not,

he could not But supposing he went away, right away, and found

work, and had a lodging again He could be again as he had been

before

But he knew he could not A wo a woman, he must be free of her It would be the same

position For he could not be free of her

For how can asure under

his feet Can a man tread the unstable water all his life, and

call that standing? Better give in and drown at once

And upon what could he stand, save upon a woman? Was he then

like the old man of the seas, impotent to move save upon the

back of another life? Was he iment?

It was black, mad, shameful torture, the frenzy of fear, the