
        from THE COMPLEX VISION OF PHILO St JOHN                      WORTH1
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             "But I think you're  worthwhile," Charlotte said, squeezing his
        hand. "I think you're very worthwhile."
             "You see," he said, "the kind of work that a man  does is  very
        important to him.   I don't  mean  work  around the  house, building
        patios and mowing lawns and things like that.  I  mean  what he does
        outside." 
             "I think I understand that," she said.  "But what I don't under-
        stand is how it affects you and me.  Philo, I love you.  And I'll go
        along with anything that you want to do. That's part of what love is
        all about."
             "The way the count put it,"  he said, "a man's  work is the way
        he stays in touch with the world. If the work isn't right, it's like
        being blind."
             "I  kind  of  understand  that, too,"  she said. "So what's the
        problem?"
             "The problem is, so much of the world is made of shit.  I don't
        mean the sky and the earth and the trees.  I mean what we've done to
        them."
             "But not all of the world."
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