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PARTISAN REVIEW
I became very tired and went into my bedroom to take a nap.
But I could not sleep. And as I lay awake, in the twilight of the after–
noon, I kept asking myself over and over again, how a man who may
or may not be guilty of being an impostor could stir up so much guilt
in me over the question of whether Miss Caruso was guilty or inno–
cent of a charge that had never been made.
If
I could only sleep, I
thought, then I could exile my guilt
to
my dreams, like everyone else.
