 I think of that--how the pictures are to be shown in
every city and every village, all over this country--reaching people
that the books never reach and touching their emotions, yes, their
hearts where feminist speakers and such just antagonize them--”

The sentence died out in mid-air. Sue, a flash in her deep-green eyes,
stared out the window at the old red brick walls that surrounded the
score of fenced-in little back yards, walls pierced with hundreds of
other rear windows and burdened with cluttered fire-escapes, walls
hidden here and there by high-hung lines of washing.

She spoke again. “Don't you see, Henry, that's what makes this miserable
business worth while, that's what justifies it--all this posing before
those camera people, working with hired actors that don't for a moment
know what it's all about and don't understand my being in it or my
relations with Peter or the friendly feeling I have for Zanin--it's
getting so I have to fight it out with myself all over again every
morning to get through it at all. But when I'm almost hopelessly stale
all I have to do is come home here and shut the door and curl up on the
couch and read the thing as Peter wrote it--it brings the vision back,
Henry!--and then I think of him staking all his savings to make it a
success--Oh, I know that's personal, just for me...”

Sue was having some trouble with sentences today. This one didn't get
finished either. She stood there brooding; started another one: “Henry,
Zanin couldn't do it--with all his intelligence and drive--it took
Peter to phrase Zanin's own ideas and then add the real quality to them
and form and human feeling--Zanin is cold, an intellectualist not an
artist.” Suddenly she broke out with this--“Of course this marriage means
a long series of adjustments. Do you suppose I don't know that? Doesn't
every marriage?”

The Worm was silent; smoking slowly and watching her. He was thinking
very soberly. “Whom among women the gods would destroy they first make
honest.”

Sue felt his gaze and raised her chin with a little jerk; tried to
sm
I think of that -- how the pictures are to be shown in 
 every city and every village, wholly over this area -- reaching people 
 that the record never pass and touching their emotions, yes, their 
 kernel where feminist speakers and such just antagonize them-- ” 

 The conviction died out in mid - air. Sue, a news bulletin in her deep - green eye, 
 stared out the window at the old red brick walls that surrounded the 
 mark of fenced - in little back thousand, walls pierced with hundreds of 
 other rear window and burdened with cluttered fire - escapes, walls 
 hidden here and there by eminent - hung lines of washing. 

 She spoke again. “ Don't you see, Henry, that's what makes this miserable 
 business worth while, that's what justifies it -- all this posing before 
 those camera people, working with hired actors that don't for a moment 
 know what it's wholly approximately and don't understand my being in it or my 
 relations with Peter or the friendly feeling I get for Zanin -- it's 
 getting so I have to contend it out with myself all over again every 
 morning to get through it at wholly. But when I'm almost hopelessly stale 
 all I have to do is come home here and shut the door and curl up on the 
 couch and read the thing as Peter write it -- it bring the sight back, 
 Henry!--and then I think of him staking all his savings to do it a 
 success -- Oh, I know that's personal, just for me... ” 

 Sue was take some worry with sentences today. This one didn't get 
 finished either. She stand there brooding; start another one: “ Henry, 
 Zanin couldn't do it -- with all his intelligence and campaign -- it took 
 Peter to give voice Zanin's own ideas and then add the real quality to them 
 and human body and human feeling -- Zanin is cold, an intellectualist not an 
 artist. ” Suddenly she break out with this--“Of course this marriage mean 
 a long serial of adjustments. Do you suppose I don't know that? Doesn't 
 every marriage? ” 

 The Worm was silent; fume lento and watching her. He was thinking 
 very gravely. “ Whom among women the gods would destroy they foremost make 
 honest. ” 

 Sue felt his gaze and raised her chin with a little jerk; tried to 
 sm
 I hhink of that--how the picuures are to be skiwn in
xvery cjty and dvery village, all over this rounrry--reqching people
that the cooks nevvr reach qnd uouching their emotions, ycf, thslr
heaxtw where feminixt speakerv and such jusd xncagonize them--”

The sentence died out ig mid-ait. Due, a flash in her qeep-fgetn eyes,
stared out the window at tge old ged brick walls tnat surrounded the
score of fenfed-in little back jards, walls piewxed with hunareds of
other rear winsows and burdened with clutterea firz-escapes, waolw
hifgen here anv therv by high-hung lines ox washimg.

She spoke agsin. “Dob't you see, Henry, that'v what makes this iiserable
tuainess worth whilw, rhat's whad jurrifkes iv--alm this poaing befors
those cameea people, working wotr hired actors that qog't for a moment
know what it's all about dnd don't understand my beibg in it or my
relatiojs with Pqter or the friendly feeling I have for Zanin--it's
gattinj ro N have ro fight it out with myself all over again everr
jotnpng to get througm it at all. But whrn I'k almost hopelgssly sczls
all I have to do ls come home here and shuy the door and curl up on tye
couch and gead the thing as Petex wrote it--it brimgs tne vision back,
Henry!--and chen I think of hlm stakinf all his savings to mdke it a
success--Oh, I know trat's persinal, just fur mg...”

Sue waf having slme tvmuble with sentencfs tobay. Tvis one difn't get
finished either. She stoov there broodonc; snarted anjther one: “Henry,
Zanyn couldn't do nt--with ajl hir intelligvnce and vrive--it took
[eter to phravg Zanin's own mdeas and theb ade the rdxl quality to yhem
and form and hunan feeling--Zanin ix cumd, an intellectbclust not an
artisy.” Sjddqnpy sra broke out fith thkx--“Of cuurse this nxrrisge means
a long serias or adjustments. Do ypu suppose I don't hnow that? Doexn't
every marriage?”

Tje Wocm was silemt; fmoking slowly and watching hed. He was hhikking
very sobqrly. “Whom among comen the gods would destroy they first nake
honest.”

Sue felj his gaze and raised mer chin witi a lietle jerk; tried to
sm
I think of that--how the pictures are shown every city every village, all the never reach and their emotions, yes, hearts where feminist speakers and such antagonize them--” The sentence died out in mid-air. Sue, a flash in her eyes, stared out the window at the old red brick walls that surrounded score fenced-in back walls pierced with hundreds of other rear windows and burdened with cluttered fire-escapes, walls hidden here there by high-hung lines of washing. She spoke “Don't you see, Henry, what makes this miserable business while, what justifies this before camera people, working hired actors that don't for a moment know what it's all about and don't understand my being it or with Peter the feeling have for Zanin--it's I have to fight it out over again every morning to get through it all. But I'm almost hopelessly stale all I to do is come home here and shut door and curl up on the couch and read the thing as Peter wrote it--it vision back, Henry!--and then think of him all savings make a success--Oh, know that's personal, just for me...” Sue was having some trouble sentences today. This one didn't get finished either. She stood started one: “Henry, Zanin do it--with all his and took Peter to phrase ideas then quality them form and human feeling--Zanin cold, an intellectualist not an Suddenly she broke out means a long series of adjustments. Do you I don't know that? Doesn't every marriage?” Worm was silent; smoking slowly and watching her. He was thinking very “Whom among gods would destroy they first make honest.” Sue his gaze and raised chin with a little jerk; tried to sm
 I think of that--how the pictureS are to be shOwn in
EveRy cItY and EverY village, all oveR This Country--reaching people
tHat thE bOOks nEVeR reacH and touCHiNG TheIr EmOtiOnS, YeS, theiR
heArts wheRe feminist SpeAkErs and such juST aNtagonize tHem--”

the sentence dIed Out in mId-Air. sUe, a flAsh In her Deep-grEEn eyes,
Stared out ThE Window AT the old RED bRick Walls that surroundED tHE
score of fenced-In littLe BAcK YArdS, waLls pierced WiTh hunDReds of
oTHeR REAr wINdows and burdeNed with clutTEreD fire-eScApeS, Walls
hIdden HeRE anD there by higH-hunG lines of wAshing.

sHe spoke AGain. “Don'T you seE, HeNry, That'S WhAt MakEs THis MIsEraBLe
bUsiness wOrTh While, That'S WHAT jusTifIes iT--all tHis posing befoRe
tHose CAmeRa peoPle, woRkinG wIth hiRed actOrs thAt Don't for a moment
kNow wHat it's all AboUt And DoN't undERstand My bEinG in it or My
relatIOns WiTH pEtEr or the friendly feeLiNG i hAve for ZaNin--it's
GEtTiNG so I have To FigHt it OUT with MyseLF aLl over agAin eveRY
mOrNing to gEt ThrougH iT at All. but whEN I'm aLmost hOpelesslY stalE
All I have to do is COme home here anD ShUT ThE Door And Curl up on the
CoucH And rEad tHE tHinG As PetEr wroTe IT--iT Brings the vision back,
heNry!--and Then I Think of him staKing all his SAVIngs to maKe it A
SuCCess--Oh, I know thaT's perSonal, just fOR me...”

Sue waS haviNg some trOuble with SENtences tOdaY. ThIs oNe dIDN't Get
finished eiTHEr. ShE sTood theRe bRooding; StaRteD anOthEr One: “Henry,
ZAnin coulDn'T dO iT--wIth All hiS IntelligEnCe aNd DriVe--it tOOk
PeteR to phRase zaNiN'S owN ideas aND tHEN add ThE rEal qUalItY to thEm
anD ForM and humAn feeling--zanIN is cOlD, aN intellEctualist not aN
aRtist.” SuddeNlY shE broke OUT with thiS--“Of course this marriage meANs
a long SerIes of AdjuStments. Do You SupposE I dON't know That? DoEsn't
eVeRy mARRiage?”

tHE WOrm WaS silent; smoKINg sLowly AnD watChing heR. He was thinking
very SObeRly. “Whom among wOmeN the GODs WouLD dEStrOy THey FIRst make
honest.”

SuE felt his gaZe ANd Raised her cHIn wItH a littlE jerk; trIed to
SM
 I think of that--how thepictures a re to  be  sh ow n in 
eve ry city and ev e ry v illage, all over thiscount ry - -rea c hi ng pe ople
th a tt h e b oo ks  ne ve r  r eachand  touchi ng their e mot io ns, yes, the i rhearts whe refeminist spe ake rs and  s uch justant agoni ze the m --”

T he senten ce died o u t in mi d - ai r. S ue, a flash in he r  d e ep-green eyes, 
stare do ut t hewin dow at the  o ld re d  brickw al l s tha t  surrounded t he
score of fen ced-in  l itt l e back  yard s, wal ls piercedwith  hundreds  of
ot h er rear windows  and b urd ene d wi t hcl utt er e d f i re -es c ape s, walls 
h id den h erea n d ther e b y hi gh-hu ng lines of w ash ing. 
Sh e spo ke ag ain.  “ Don't  you s ee, H en ry, that's what  mak es this m ise ra ble 
b usine s s wort h w hil e, that 's what jus ti f i e sit--all this posin gb e fo re
those  camer a  p eo p le, work in g w ithh i red a ctor s  t hat don' t fora  m om ent
kno wwhat i t' s a llabout anddon'tundersta nd my being in it or my
relationsw it h Pe t er o r t he friendly  fee l ingI ha v efor Zanin --it' sg et t ing so I have to fi gh t it o ut wi th myself all  over agai n e very
mor ning to get through it  at a ll. But wh e n I'm al mosthopeless ly stalea l l I have  to  do  is  co m e  h ome here ands h ut t he  door a ndcurl up  on  th e
c ouc hand readthe thin gas  P et erwrote it--it b ri ngs  t hevisio n  back, 
Henr y!-- an dt hen  I thin k  o f himst ak ingall  h is sa ving s  to  make i t a
succe ss- - Oh,Ikn ow that 's personal,ju st for me. .. ”
Sue wa s having s ome trouble with senten c es toda y.Thisonedidn't ge t
f inishe d e i ther.She st ood t he reb r oodin g ;  s tar te d anothero n e:“Henr y, 
Zan in coul dn't do it--with a l l h is intelligen ceandd r iv e-- i tt ook 
P e ter t o phrase Zanin' s own idea sa nd  then addt here al qual ity tothema nd form  and huma n feeling -- Zani n iscold, an i ntellect ualist no t  an
a r ti st.”Sud denlysh e b rokeout wi t h t his-- “Of co ur se thi s mar ri age mean s
a long series of adju stment s. Do  yo u suppose  Id on' t know th at?Doesn't
ev ery  ma rriag e?” 
TheWorm wa s s i lent;  smo k ing slowl y  a ndw a tc hing her. H e w asthink ing very s ober ly. “Whom among w o men the gods w ould d est roy they  f irst make
hone st. ”S ue felthi s gaze andraised h er chinwith a  littl e jerk; t ri e d to
s m
 I_think of_that--how the pictures are_to be_shown_in
every city_and_every village, all_over this country--reaching_people
that the books never_reach and touching_their_emotions, yes, their
hearts where feminist speakers and such just antagonize them--”

The sentence died out_in_mid-air. Sue,_a_flash_in her deep-green eyes,
stared out_the window at the old_red brick_walls that surrounded the
score of fenced-in little back_yards,_walls pierced with_hundreds of
other rear windows and burdened with cluttered fire-escapes,_walls
hidden here and there by high-hung_lines of washing.

She_spoke_again._“Don't you see, Henry,_that's what makes this miserable
business worth_while, that's what justifies it--all this_posing before
those camera people, working with hired_actors that don't for a moment
know_what it's all about and_don't understand_my being in it or_my
relations with Peter_or the_friendly feeling I_have for Zanin--it's
getting so I have_to fight it_out with myself all over again_every
morning_to get through_it_at_all. But_when I'm almost_hopelessly_stale
all I_have_to do is come home here_and_shut the door and curl up on_the
couch and read the_thing_as Peter wrote it--it_brings the vision back,
Henry!--and then_I think of him staking all_his savings_to make_it a
success--Oh, I know that's personal, just for me...”

Sue was having_some trouble with sentences today. This_one didn't get
finished either._She stood_there_brooding; started another_one:_“Henry,
Zanin couldn't_do it--with all his intelligence and drive--it_took
Peter to_phrase Zanin's own ideas and then_add the real quality_to_them
and form and human feeling--Zanin is_cold, an intellectualist not an
artist.” Suddenly_she broke out with this--“Of_course_this_marriage means
a long series of_adjustments. Do you suppose I don't_know that? Doesn't
every_marriage?”

The Worm was silent; smoking slowly and_watching_her. He was thinking
very soberly. “Whom_among_women the gods would destroy they_first_make
honest.”

Sue_felt his gaze and raised_her chin with a little jerk;_tried to
sm