Nobody could rattle Morry Abbott, he was armored against everything because he knew
it was your business to be hard just as it was the world’s business to throw javelins at you.
If he allowed himself to be drawn to a strong person like Jen, she would inevitably crowd
into the romance and be equal to the hero–this was disturbing and not romantic,
romance was between a man and love, not between a man and woman.
Jealousy was gnawing at her constantly and for this illness there was no rest. Day and night
veins burn and somehow do not burst with the fever. There can be no peace
in remembering a past moment of security, such moments are gone...
Ecstasy leaves no mark, pain alone cuts deep.
Dawn Powell
Dance Night
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