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From: | Bernard Schultz |
Subject: | seasoning vindictive |
Date: | Wed, 13 Sep 2006 10:59:09 +0200 |
Cold water begins to run from the scullery tap,
said Rhoda, overthe mackerel in the bowl.
For the first time,the full beauty of this world
will be revealed to its unhurried eyes. Now Ispread my body on this frail mattress
and hang suspended.
It alsotells you how you may distribute copies of
this eBook if you want to. And not only from natural evils will man be largely free.
Theylaugh at my neatness, at my Australian accent.
A swallow is perched on the lightning-conductor,
said Susan.
I shall lie with my friends under the towering elm
trees. Everybodyknows I am going to school, going to school for the first time. The
wavesrise; their crests curl; look at the lights on the mastheads.
The rocks which had been misty and soft hardenedand
were marked with red clefts.
There a white church; there amast among the
spires.
Those are white words, said Susan, like stones one
picks up bythe seashore. But when we sit together, close, said Bernard, we melt into
eachother with phrases.
I am no longer upright, to be knocked againstand
damaged. All thegifts of destiny are overlaid and lost to him.
I will plant alighthouse here, a head of Sweet
Alice. Now I will wrap my agony inside my pocket-handkerchief. Iparted them and
looked; but there was no bird on a nest.
Look at the spiders web on the corner of the
balcony, saidBernard. The horrible ceremony is over, the tips, and the good-byesin
the hall. A drop oozes from the holeat the mouth and slowly, thickly, grows larger
and larger. Now hottowels envelop me, and their roughness, as I rub my back, makes
myblood purr.
There is also ablue scroll of needlework
embroidered by some old girl. Jinnys eyes break into a thousand lights. Now you
trail away, said Susan, making phrases. I saw leaves movingin a hole in the
hedge.
It is black, I see; it is green,I see; I am tied
down with single words. It is black, I see; it is green,I see; I am tied down with
single words.
Now hottowels envelop me, and their roughness, as I
rub my back, makes myblood purr. Walls and cupboards whitenand bend their yellow
squares on top of which a pale glass gleams. But one sings by the bedroom window
alone. Before mankind lies the prospectnot only of health but of
magnanimity.
I knew my cases and my genders; Icould know
everything in the world if I wished. Look at the spiders web on the corner of the
balcony, saidBernard. I knew my cases and my genders; Icould know everything in the
world if I wished. My roots are threaded, likefibres in a flower-pot, round and
round about the world.
The blind stirred slightly, but all within was
dimand unsubstantial.
Now hottowels envelop me, and their roughness, as I
rub my back, makes myblood purr.
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