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"You say I'm a foolish old woman, but often it takes la folle to speak the truth, out in the air where everyone can hear. The blindness of Monet, I could help --I could see the flowers for him-- but there is no help for the blindness which comes from the heart."

I was frozen--immobile with fear--so shaken, I could barely stand. When he reached for my hand, I wasn't sure I could move at all. But when I stumbled to my feet and Tor helped me onto the dock, I was amazed suddenly by a rush of warmth--a powerful, glowing energy far beyond excitement or hysteria. It took me a moment to understand what it was. It was euphoria.
"I loved that", I said aloud, surprising myself.
"Yes, I rather thought you would," he said. "Can you tell me why?"
"I think it was the fear," I blurted out, wondering why that should be.
"Precisely--the fear of death is the affirmation of life," he explained. "Men know that. But women--almost never."

"Perhaps I'm too jaded," he told me. "I've always been bored with the people around me. Life holds no challenges for a mind like mine any longer. I've missed you, my dear. I'm happy you're back at last."
"I'm not back," I said, feeling the pounding in my chest. "Besides I thought I was the one with jaded emotions--or so you've always said."
"Your emotions aren't jaded--they're repressed," he told me coldly. "How can something be worn-out, when it's never been used?"

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

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