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Ambo, he isn't really certain yet that I didn't go crazy that night and kill your wife.

Love, Ambo, human love, as I learned of it there at home—and I saw and heard much too much of it—frightened and sickened me.

That's what the references to Jimmy mean, Ambo, in those pages I scribbled in my trance; and that's all they mean.

But they didn't die there, Ambo; they lived there, a hideous secret life, lying in wait to betray me.

There must be some fatal connection, Ambo, between being sick and being sentimental.