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"Already written, eh? Predestined?"
"Not quite, my beloved. In other history books it is written that we
failed... and died trying."
XVII
"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women
cloy The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies-"
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 1564-1616
So this girl tells the school nurse, "My brother thinks he's a hen." The
nurse answers, "Oh, goodness! What's being done to help him?" The girl answers,
"Nothing. Mama says we need the eggs."
Are a woman's delusions anything to worry about? If she's happy with them?
Was I duty bound to take Gwen to a shrink to try to get her cured?
Hell, no! Shrinks are the blind leading the blind; even the best of them
are dealing from a short deck. Anyone who consults a shrink should have his head
examined.
Close scrutiny showed that Gwen was possibly over thirty, probably under
forty-but certainly not as old as fifty. So what was a gentle way to handle her
claim that she was bom more than a century ago?
Everyone knows that natives of Luna age more slowly than groundhogs who
have grown up in a one-gee field. Gwen's delusion seemed to include the notion
that she herself was actually a Loonie instead of the native groundhog she had
claimed to be. But Loonies do age, albeit slowly, and Loonies more than a
hundred years old (I had met several) do not look only thirty-odd years old;
they look ancient
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