The justice of the coming beating was indisputable, yet I felt a reluctance to cooperate. It would interfere with my reading of my book. Art made its call to me, and Life made its call to me, and I must decide. I felt the very air crackle with the potential of this moment, to create me or destroy me.
To whom would I discharge my duty? Brother Quirke, or Don Quixote?
—Julian Gough/Jude in London
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