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president. He was a registered person. He was growing, too, every day. It was absurd but undeniable; and absurd and undeniable, it was far more interesting than the war news.
She had moved to her washstand and, by routine, had taken the soap dish, removed the soap from its strainer, put the dish on the floor, knelt, poured the water, and then felt in her pocket for the bottle. Of course, she remembered,, while Dr. Charles was about, she had locked it up. She did not want his keen nose smelling out that telltale almond scent. She found the key and went to the drawer in her desk. Then she paused.
How long would she go on with this if nothing happened; or, rather, if the zero hour refused to strike though everything else struck and crashed? How long would she wait about, arrested, while Life and Death inexhaustibly dealt out fresh cards in their endless game? Her tongue went to that small bicuspid cavity. Yes, it was twice the size, and the tip of her tongue, like a finger on an electric bell, could start a trill of pain when she pressed in. Was she going to loose that tooth? Here was a small sharp question. She could decide that; she must; she alone would pay if she didn't. After all, death by dental neglect would hardly be realism, and it would be very uncomfortable and slow.
Philosophers had endured prison, but Shakespeare said even they bowed to toothache. If only things would run on schedule. If only the invasion had been tried and failed-or had come off. But just as it was-with some people dying and others being born just as though the war was not the final thing, and the war always failing to go according to timetable. . . .

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