He had explained to her that
the individual unit was nothing outside of his group affiliations, and
she applied that to herself in a practical way in an endeavor to
analyze herself. She was a group product, and only under group
conditions could her life flow along nonirritant lines. Such being the
case, it followed that if Bill persisted in living out of the world
they would eventually drift apart, in spirit if not in actuality. And
that was an absurd summing-up.
She rejected the conclusion decisively. For was not their present
situation the net result of a concrete endeavor to strike a balance
between the best of what both the wilderness and the humming cities had
to offer them? It seemed treason to Bill to long for other voices and
other faces. Yet she could not help the feeling. She wondered if he,
too, did not sometimes long for company besides her own. And the
thought stirred up a perverse jealousy. They two, perfectly mated in
all things, should be able to make their own little world complete--but
they could not, she knew. Life was altogether too complex an affair to
be solved in so primitive a fashion. She felt that continued living
under such conditions would drive her mad; that if she stayed long
enough under the somber shadow of the Klappan Range she would hate the
North and all it contained.
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