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From: | Anna Gray |
Subject: | [epsilon-announce] consecration publicist |
Date: | Wed, 13 Sep 2006 21:40:11 -0200 |
![]() And in this there is nothing honourable, hardlyeven
any sincerity.
The servants came crowding round him, a ring of
kindly brown faces,offering presents. One should live with the stream of life, not
againstit.
Why is master always so angry with me when he has
madelove to me?
He had sweatedhimself into a better mood. She
hovered about thebed, worrying Flory until at last he grew angry and jumped up.
Ellis was so pleased with his idea that quite half of his
angerevaporated.
All other kinds of freedom are permitted. She knew
the pool well, for they often came here when Florywas at Kyauktada. He had lived in
a chummery with four other youths whodevoted their entire energies to
debauchery.
Flo had also flopped into thewater, and she swam
round silently, otter-like, with her webbedfeet. Why, he could not haveexplained,
though he knew well enough. Andthose who do not drink it, do not drink
it.
Then Flory shaved, bathed, dressed, and sat down to
dinner. Someone like MrsLackersteen, for instance?
It is aworld in which every word and every thought
is censored.
The moon was vanishing behind the darkwall of the
jungle, but the dogs were still howling.
Beyond the veranda eaves the light rained downlike
glistening white oil.
Ma Hla May took her cigarette from her mouth and
tried to offer itto Flory.
Beyond the veranda eaves the light rained downlike
glistening white oil.
The smoke of hispipe floated straight upwards in
still plumes. The hot, blowsy country, remote from danger, had alonely, forgotten
feeling.
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