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From: | Jess Meyer |
Subject: | [Francine-users] only |
Date: | Fri, 22 Sep 2006 02:03:19 +0200 |
Hatreds directedmainly against the young men,
adoration aroused principally by certainwomen.
Do you retain no memory of the things you
say?
Hoping for your nextletter soon, receive my kisses
like those of a brother. I can never again rid myself of theimpression it made on
me.
No dissonance, before the eternal silence of
thedominant. But I could call for itwithout disturbing you, I said
obligingly.
While saying this he had forced me to sit down and
had rungthe bell.
Sir, is itimpossible then for you to tell
me?
I ought to have reflected that he must find meso
still.
It might perhaps be better, but after all its not
bad.
In your place, and indeed in my own, I should
havedone so. Its a good thing to be fond of something. If you will tell me, Sir, who
itis that has treacherously maligned me, I said to M. But at that moment the idea of
madnessnever even entered my head. You must know it as well as I do, you werewaiting
in this room.
Look now, in this cabinet I have all the hats worn
byMlle. You want to go home, regardless of any want of respect for Beethovenor for
me. And how, when it comes to that,could it be otherwise? Anyhow, that is all
finished now,the idea did not attract you, there is no more to be said. And do you
imagine that I amgoing to betray a person to whom I have given my promise? My part
is played, Sir, I will simply add thesefew words.
There was in him, according to me, onlypride, in me
there was only fury.
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