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facequenchlessly laughed while, pale with a sense of outrage, the Savage looked at him over the top of his book and then, as the laughter still continued, closed it indignantly, got up and, with the gesture of one who removes his pearl from before swine, locked it away in its drawer. And yet, said Helmholtz when, having recovered breath enough to apologize, he had mollified the Savage into listening to his explanations, I know quite well that one needs ridiculous, mad situations like that; one cant write really well about anything else. Why was that old fellow such a marvellous propaganda technician? Because he had so many insane, excruciating things to get excited about. Youve got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you cant think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases. But fathers and mothers! He shook his head. You cant expect me to keep a straight face about fathers and mothers. And whos going to get excited about a boy having a girl or not having her? (The Savage winced; but Helmholtz, who was staring pensively at the floor, saw nothing.) No, he concluded, with a sigh, it wont do. We need some other kind of madness and violence. But what? What? Where can one find it? He was silent; then, shaking his head, I dont know, he said at last, I dont know. |
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