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Martha had been struck by a line in a Doris Lessing novel--"I don't enjoy pleasure"--and decided that what she enjoyed in life were surprises and work. "But it's alarming," she wrote to Teecher, "to grow less and less gregarious. I can hardly bear social occasions; I feel as if I'd written the script long ago." While" --
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Cornered, she seemed to possess no mechanism for behaving well. By the same token, when not trapped or obliged to confront people or situations that upset her, she had a particular ability to think about them with apparently genuine pleasure. Martha
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Many years later, Martha revisited the same Caribbean islands. She found yachts and rubber Zodiac dinghies, plastic bottles on the seabed, casinos and boutiques in the sleepy ports, and great bald patches of land, stripped for development, where once all had been jungle and green. It was, she wrote sadly, a world lost. Returning
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