Thursday, March 19, 2009

He now felt the same loathing and pity and vexation as when, out shooting, he was obliged to kill a wounded bird. The wounded bird struggles in the game bag. One is disgusted and yet feels pity, and one is in a hurry to kill the bird and forget it.



First of all, I must ask you to keep the business private. 
I do not want it known that I take an interest in the affair. 

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