CHAPTER TWELVE-3
She was having difficulty focusing on anything: during the first hours, under no more than the first dose of Valium, she had reflected and meditated on Matthew; now, she could not recall his face. Not only as his lover, but as a member of The Programme these last several years, his face was the one to which she had awoken, which watched over her while she worked in the Coffee Lounge or on Reception, which stared up at her from magazines when she was out in the streets donating. Where had he gone? Cassandra reminded them: “There are only two things we do with one hundred per cent of our beings: being born and dying. We do them with our bodies as a whole, our minds as a whole, and our souls. The rest of the time, we are torn between doing what we most want to do and the rest of us: purpose
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