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and fame, such as it was...she wanted to go ahead with it all.
Love, sex, all that sort of stuff, just water-ices! Lick it up and
forget it. If you don’t hang on to it in your mind, it’s noth-
ing. Sex especially...nothing! Make up your mind to it, and
you’ve solved the problem. Sex and a cocktail: they both
lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to
about the same thing.
But a child, a baby! That was still one of the sensations.
She would venture very gingerly on that experiment. There
was the man to consider, and it was curious, there wasn’t
a man in the world whose children you wanted. Mick’s
children! Repulsive thought! As lief have a child to a rab-
bit! Tommy Dukes? he was very nice, but somehow you
couldn’t associate him with a baby, another generation. He
ended in himself. And out of all the rest of Clifford’s pretty
wide acquaintance, there was not a man who did not rouse
her contempt, when she thought of having a child by him.
There were several who would have been quite possible as
lover, even Mick. But to let them breed a child on you! Ugh!
Humiliation and abomination.
So that was that!
Nevertheless, Connie had the child at the back of her
mind. Wait! wait! She would sift the generations of men
through her sieve, and see if she couldn’t find one who
would do.—’Go ye into the streets and by ways of Jerusa-
lem, and see if you can find a MAN.’ It had been impossible
to find a man in the Jerusalem of the prophet, though there
were thousands of male humans. But a MAN! C’EST UNE
AUTRE CHOSE!

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