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Excerpt, Moon and Sixpence, Maugham

“Let me tell you. I imagine that for months the matter never comes into your head, and you’re able to persuade yourself that you’ve finished with it for good and all. You rejoice in your freedom, and you feel that at last you can call your soul your own. You seem to walk with your head among the stars. And then all of a sudden you can’t stand it anymore, and you notice that all the time your feet have been walking in the mud. And you want to roll yourself in it. And you find some women, coarse and low and vulgar, some beastly creature in whom all the horror of sex is blatant, and you fall upon her like a wild animal. You drink till you’re blind with rage.”
He stared at me without the slightest movement. I held his eyes with mine. I spoke very slowly.
“I’ll tell you what must seem strange, that when it’s over you feel so extraordinarily pure. You feel like a disembodied spirit, immaterial; and you seem to be able to touch beauty as if it were a palpable thing; and you feel an intimate communion with the breeze, and with the trees breaking into leaf, and with the iridescence of he river. You feel like God. Can you explain that to me?”

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