"You think you know something, don't you? You think you're the clever
little girl who knows something. There's so much you don't know, so
much. What do you know, really? You're just an ordinary little girl,
living in an ordinary little town. You wake up every morning of your
life and you know perfectly well that there's nothing in the world to
trouble you. You go through your ordinary little day, and at night you
sleep your untroubled ordinary little sleep, filled with peaceful stupid
dreams. And I brought you nightmares. Or did I? Or was it a silly,
inexpert little lie? You live in a dream. You're a sleepwalker, blind.
How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul
sty? Do you know, if you rip off the fronts of houses, you'd find swine?
The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it? Wake up,
Charlie. Use your wits. Learn something."
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