Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. This is a mere boy. He wants you so, he is still a virgin.
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