One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. Hopefully. And now Ann Veronica’s evenings were also becoming very busy. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. It wailed at Lucy, chubby arms reaching towards her, pleading. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. He picked her up outside her last period Ceramics class.
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