moment by
moment, a
social
thing
instead of
a crude
assertion
and
reassertion
of his own
mental
health,
and his
preservation
of it by a
detachment
from the
frailties
of others.
Rosemary,
as dewy
with
belief as
a child
from one
of Mrs.
Burnett’s
vicious
tracts,
had a
conviction
of
homecoming,
of a
return
from the
derisive
and
salacious
improvisations
of the
frontier.
There were
fireflies
riding on
the dark
air and a
dog baying
on some
low and
