Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned. “You will have some tea?” she asked. The tears flowed faster. An enormous poster almost covered one side of the wall—the poster. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn.
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