Capitolo 86
weakened pomp; it is probable that they loses from a worn-out _mashq_. [the AA] I observe
them with pity and regret. Their dripping doesn't have echo in my breast; it
it doesn't produce any stalactites of understanding in my heart.
Me you/he/she has often been said that its nose was good--and good it
unquestionably it is--good to blow; good to sneeze; good for
snoring; good to smell; an excellent nose for a catarrh. But what it was able
do you play with him? Who could passionately pinch him/it, as a prelude to
kissing? Who could softly linger him/it on with a candle or a clot of
fat of meat of ram, when cold had placed its cruel hand on him? It is not
point-tilted as a flower; it is not capricious with some fascinating and
small unexpected hook. It is right, as a mathematical line. But
it doesn't have parts. Its cheeks are round and correctly. Each has his/her dimple
and blush. They is completely healthy, the digestion of Mrs. Smith is
unexceptionable. It is probable that you point out the contour of these cheeks with a
pair of compasses; it is probable that you paint them with Your thumb. Poor Mrs.
The discourse of Smith or the stammering rather, it is of his/her husband, his/her children, her
house. It is on a making the purrs mere them. You don't cut asunder never them,
and it holds them on to despise and derision. You never penetrate them
weaknesses. You don't also understand that Smith it is a common-place,
stereotyped kind of individual, precisely as hundred other men in his
class. You don't seem to observe the horrible defects in his
education, tastes and character that open first the whole world
other. You don't see that he is without the _morbidezza_ of the culture;
what he doesn't find _appogiatura_ in art; what he never rises to
midnight, among lightning and it rains, to send forth a to whine inarticulate of
the aesthetical anguish in some construction of metrical of the rebirth
period. You don't lose in him that craving after the unattainable one,
what in of the wise and mysterious fillings us with a mute desperation; what it has