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Chapter Nine Sadie I see that your story goes a good deal deeper than Emerson Gray’s novel. I always had the feeling there were things he almost said and wouldn’t, as if he was teasing his readers. I suppose he didn’t dare tell the whole story. Daphne Yes. He was mindful of censors. Can you imagine that? Mindful of censorship when he lived his life not censoring his own activity. Sadie But is that really true? It seems to me that Emerson Gray censored his behavior often. He controlled it so carefully. Daphne I suppose you could say that. He was a complex man, with uncanny instincts about people and human personality. He saw many truths clearly, and could spot bullshit with no effort at all. Yes, he censored his behavior in some ways. But what he reported of our lives in his novel