There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. You didn’t even put the twelve words. With your pencil you see into the hearts of all; and without your pencil you are dumb and blind. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral.
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