She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. This was his humiliation as well as hers. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward. Bitte!. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. Which is also puzzling.
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