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Their ways were different in many respects, but they were kind to each other always. They shared a love of nature. They both hoarded the things they loved. To some extent they hoarded each other. They both dug in like squirrels, and hid.

She would not admit the fear, but would change the fear to pride, saying to herself that the world was evil, and she would therefore have little to do with it. And so she did not. She was not a foolish woman. She loved her husband most deeply. She and he shared a quite mystical love of nature and of animals. They would harm no one.

You Aunt Ella was much less frightened of death than anyone might suppose. She loved life, if not the world, but she did not believe that death was really an end. She felt her will nearby. For several years she had begun to retreat from this existence, and as she did so she became happier.

To some extent he projects his understandable but regrettable bitterness upon her, and then imagines that she aims it at Ruburt. The mother indeed has no great love for the daughter. There is a deep rage inside the mother. To some extent it is directed toward Ruburt, but Ruburt does have protection, the protection of his own love of all living things.

His own fear is somewhat a danger. It is much less than it was, and your relationship has done much to better that situation. I will at some time say more. Ruburt’s love for you, his ability to love in general, is his protection. So he has nothing to fear.

Loves is always a protection, in a quite literal manner; in a biological and electromagnetic and chemical and psychic manner.