FORE:"Miss Effie, perhaps," Fred suggested."Alright," he heard a tiny, remote voice, "I'm still hereI haven't gone yetI can't gothat's what's so distressing. I don't really understand your world, you knowand I can't get back to my own. Don't be harsh with meit's so awkwardbetween the devil and the deep sea."
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FORE:If necessary, one could brush all that up again. How different life was, when it came to be lived; how unlike the sagacious prognostications of doubting youth! There was a substratum underneath all that surge of enquiry and inquisitiveness, all that worry and distress; and that was life itself, known and valued, something that one clung to with increasing strength. The mind grew out of its speculative stage and settled down to a careful consideration of concrete existence.
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