Capitolo 85
You are not anything but the convexities. You precisely seem a time-glass,
or a car of sodawater. To a small distance you cannot say really
if she is coming to you, or going away to you. You look only
the same every round. People call his/her sweet smile; but then it is the
the mere sweetness of the inanity. It is the white brightness of a void
room. You pour these smiles on each and all and them
you/he/she is felt to have cold as clear of moon. Speaking for me these,
The smiles of _eau-sucre_ could not nurse my love. I would languish on
them. My love demands stronger drink. The characteristics of Mrs. Smith are good,
without doubt. Its eyes are good. An oculist would be satisfied with them.
They has a cornea, a crystalline lens, a retina and so on, and her
you/he/she can see with them. This is everything very satisfactory, I don't deny, as
far as it goes. Physiologically its eyes are admirable; but for
poetry, for love or also to flirt, they is useless. There is anybody
meant in them, any witcheries, nothing the allusive being. The aurora of
beautiful far-street thoughts not corruscano in them. His/her eyelids
conceal them, but doesn't extinguish them. They would not be anything for
making the occhiolino or torn wounds. If she made me the occhiolino, I should not jump in the
you air, as if hit in the backbone, with my blood that swarms to mine
extremity; my heart would not strike as a side-drum; my blushes
it would not come transpiring through my moustaches. His making the occhiolino they are able
together face emptiness. Because? Because his to make the occhiolino they would be physiological
and not erotic. If You learnt to love her/it, would be never for
some lovelights in his/her eye; it would be never the express, fierce, warm,
electric and prickly passion of the carnal one the poets, would be that that a
it is probable that chemical you call the "eremacausis" made to turn on from habit. Mrs. Smith
torn wounds are completely the poorest product of the glands of lachrymal that I have
ever seen. They is simply a form of water. It is probable that they drips from a