Capitolo 72
to-day."
Esther and Catherine threw a look to each other. "You will send us
street?" Catherine asked in a tone of surprise.
"You have to go for the present", answered Wharton. "I mean to tell him the
reasons, and then you will see because I cannot paint the innocence as you. As
a lecture on art, my life is value feeling, but it doesn't interrupt the
history or you will lose him/it. You start to remember that winds
years ago I was a worn-out boy in the roads of Cincinnati. The sketch
you dominate in a public school to which I went, says me I had a natural talent
to draw, and it taught me everybody that he has known. Then a small purse was made on
for me and me I was expeditious to Paris. Not yet twenty years old, I was me
allowed to fall in that great sewer of a city, a timid, sick-dressed, it sick-fed,
sick-cultured boy, knowing anybody more than the world above of me that a fish
he/she knows about the birds. For two years I knocked around in a study up to mine
money you/he/she was used on, and then I knew enough to be able to earn some
frank to hold me alive. Then I went down to Italy and I clearly got a
fever. I finally returned to Paris, it mean-fed, dyspeptic and soft. ME
it had visions and the worse vision of life mine that I will tell him.
"It was after I had been at work of the years and I had already had a small
reputation among American to which I was mine worse. Nothing seemed true.
Thing earned me my first success it was an attempt I made to paint the
strange figures and desires that possessed me. I didn't study anything but
the most eccentric subjects. For once nothing would satisfy me but
to deduce from models to moments of the intense suffering and instantly
of death. Models of some kind don't offer him and they have not to be
bought. I made friends with the surgeons and I was me admitted one
of the great hospitals. I happened to be there one day when a woman was
line suffering an overdose of arsenic. This was some kind of
submits me I wanted. You were fierce, splendid, a priestess of the oracle!
Tortured by agony and seizing himself/herself/itself to him as if am a delight! The