"No," I said, "there weren't any 'things' in it——"
"There couldn't be," she said superbly. "Not things we'd want to hide."
I said there weren't. It wasn't "things" at all. I shut my eyes and went at it head downward.
It was, somehow, the whole thing.
"The whole thing?" she said, and I saw that I had hit her hard.
"The whole thing," I said.
She looked scared for a moment. Then she rallied.
"But it's the whole thing we want. He wanted it. I know he did. He wanted to be represented completely or not at all. As he stood. As he stood," she reiterated.
She had given me the word I wanted. I could do it gently now.
"That's it," I said. "These 'Memoirs' won't represent him."