All right,” Franny said wearily. “France.” She took a cigarette out of the pack on the table. “It isn’t just Wally. It could be a girl, for goodness’ sake. I mean if he were a girl - somebody in my dorm, for example - he’d have been painting scenery in some stock company all summer. Or bicycled through Wales. Or taken an apartment in New York and worked for a magazine or an advertising company. It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don’t know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way.” She stopped.
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