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From: | Morris Duncan |
Subject: | [Cwriter-fr] mint five |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 11:07:56 +0800 |
Go and see if you can find anything else to polish.
That is where we people with any imagination ought to score overthe commercialists.
Looks at you as though he thought your pubwanted a wash.
In this vulgar world Sorrells nausea became too
chronic and tooreal.
Dont you ever marry, Steve; dont you ever let a
woman get you.
Again that pleasant, roguish smile, and a match
held meditativelyto the bowl of a pipe. Roland had realized the importance of a good
staff. Swing mirror plugged into place with a wad of paper.
Do you ever go to any of the services downthere? A
woman and a boyand an adventure that most men would laugh at?
He glanced at thecracked sponge-basin belonging to
the inn. She was considering him, eyes half closed andfiercely languid.
That is where we people with any imagination ought
to score overthe commercialists.
A faint, sympathetic and understanding smileseemed
to pass between them. They were very quick anddeft, but a little
hurried.
Rolands brown shoes, two pairs of them, and cleaned
them as theyhad not been cleaned for a month.
Help you to get rid of the wind, you
know.
SoI cleaned his shoes, my son, put such a polish on
them.
I dont care what it is, said the testy man. He felt
happy,most extraordinarily happy. For five days Thomas Roland watched this piece of
inter-playwithout appearing to watch it. She did not reply, but watched him get to
work, and his movementstold her that he was nervous. It might depend on what would
seem to you to be sunlight. It took you into the big, wiseheart of the
man.
She showed a sly unfairness in her
persecution.
She would sweep out of her den and discover a match
and a cigaretteend in one of the ash-trays.
I have no towels and no soap, and no one has
brought me any hotwater.
I wonder what that porter fellow is
doinghere?
Was she intrigued by the factthat he was a
gentleman handling luggage and cleaning boots?
It conserved bootleather, and rested his tired
feet. I drew a circle round a certain area, and dotted in the most likecentre for my
spiders web. Knocking about, a dilettante, scribbling songs, with some sort ofidea
that I could write an opera.
He felt happy,most extraordinarily happy. I wonder
what that porter fellow is doinghere? Then came theBerceuse, and after the Etude in
A Flat. Other advantages too, a good garden and oldtrees.
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