‘Look,’ said Esther, ‘ I don’t know how to explain this, I know quite well that Claudio knows he hasn’t seen a werewolf or spoken to a witch, but that so great is his power of — well, of what? of self-hallucination that he can persuade himself that he might have done? No, not even that. He knows he hasn’t. But —’ and Esther glanced at Liz in anxiety, in embarrassment, for never in all their years of close friendship had she ever made such a confession ‘ — the thing is, when I’m with Claudio, I find myself believing these things myself. It’s as though I know I’d better believe them. that, when I’m with him, it’s safer to believe them. Does that make any kind of sense at all?
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