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Mothers Cry

little to Artie how I felt so then he said to me look over there. And it was a new building just being finished and it was finer than all the others so big and white and shining and it seemed to have something about it that gave me a kind of gladness to look at it and away up on top there were some more little black spots working to finish it and Arthur said to me you know mother man is never as great as his creations. Men are ugly in their minds and their hearts and their bodies and yet they dream beauty and sometimes they make the dream real and then they themselves don't know what they have done and they call it infinity and the wonder is that out of so much ugliness beauty finds place to grow and that man is never so grand as are his creations. It's the only excuse I have for living mother to build and to amass beauty and grandeur and strength greater and more magnificent than I myself can ever be.
We didn't say anything going home except little things but after that for about six weeks I hardly ever saw Artie because he was working now all the time down at the office making his plan. Sometimes he stayed down until maybe two o'clock in the morning.
Sometimes when I was all alone in the house like that I would wake up and think about the children and think about Danny and Beatty and wonder where I had made a mistake with them. And wonder maybe they were hungry or cold or unhappy or sick. Once I read how they beat people in jail and I wondered maybe Danny was in jail again and they were hurting him. And then I couldn't sleep after I'd been thinking like that about the children and so I would get up when I heard Artie come in and make him a sandwich and some coffee and I'd have some with him and Artie would be looking so tired sometimes and so unhappy but other times

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