"Goddamn it," he said,
cursing again, though he knew
she hated it,
"we have to go on, don't you see that?"
His eyes were huge, apoplectic,
his face flushed.
"Life goes on, and what does life mean?
Life means work, Marantha, work.
And work is what I intend to do."
-- T.C. Boyle, San Miguel
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