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Moore, George
A communication to my friends — [London]: Nonesuch Pr., 1933

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I engage in a lawsuit with my uncle. The lawsuit would
change my life from end to end, all my ideas of things
would disappear, I would no longer be myself. I don’t
know if you understand, but it is quite clear to me. I am
sorry I cannot accept your advice. I wish to be free, and
the only way I can obtain freedom is to cut myself from
this accursed estate.” “The estate is more sure than your
books, Mr. Moore, though I am sure that anything you
write —” “Hush, I do not come here for compliments, I
have simply come to tell you that I intend to cut myself
adrift. My life will be happier and more successful.” “If
you are decided, here are the accounts, sign.” I signed,
and just as the solicitor had anticipated, a letter came
from Joe Blake asking me to mortgage my estate for three
thousand pounds, which I did, and my mother was over-
joyed when I brought her the news.
“We have escaped a horrible scandal,” she said, “and
your books will make up the three thousand pounds quite
easily. You will not be a penny the worse.” “And I shall
have provided the Browns and the Blakes and the Dol-
phins with endless gossip.” “And now, George, where
are you going? Will you stay longer in Dublin?” “No, I
cannot afford it. I am a poorer man than I was. I must
try to make up the three thousand pounds, and I can
only do that in London.” “But who will supply you with
money to live in London?” “My financial arrangements
have been completed, Mother.” “And how were they
 
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