She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. ‘I escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Sheppard, faintly. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was so little demand for the commodity.
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