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Show -156 absurd turns,, its sudden vagrant veers right or left. All around me I could see other carloads of fools doing the same. Somtimes I look at those brutal faces which resemble mine and I decide that the Christians are right-it's a fallen world and what can we expect from it but suffering and frustration? Prayer and resignation is the answer, says Father Ragni, my friend from Butte. But this muscular priest was less given to doubt or despair than I am, probably because he expected less from this world. I'm not like him: I expect everything. Morgan was thoughtful and preoccupied; she only looked up when I insisted she shouldn't miss a flaming color or a sublime shape in the sky. The rest of the time she frowned at the floorboards. "All right," I said. "What is it?" "What am I going to do about my life, Buck? I don't want to just be your girlfriend forever." "Look at that cloud there," I said. "Like a red and yellow fish. Isn't there an actual whale called a sulfur-bottom? There is; I've read about it somewhere." I touched her on the arm. "What is it you want to be, then?" She pinched my leg affectionately and I put a hand around her shoulder. She leaned closer but her face remained serious, full of high intent. "I'm twenty-three years old and I haven't done anything yet." |