Capitolo 5
hill green-provided of crest. Still fighting conscientiously with the
General-phenomenon-of-be-a-train-nanny she found his/her collar
suddenly very narrow, the small heavy and annoying beret inexpressibly.
Timidly her removed the collar--and it founded that the removal didn't remain
his/her in the slightest. Equally timidly her removed the beret--and it founded
what also that removal didn't remain her/it in the slightest. Then a lot,
very slowly, but the very, a lot of permeatingly and completely, it dawned on
Lino's Bianca Nanny that never while eyes were blue, and hair's gold,
and lips red, she ever finds again rest until her you/he/she had removed her
noble expression!
With a bump that the has started it pulsates in his/her times that beat as two
ache of teeth on that she has straightened on his/her chair. All along her back
you throw the neck to the small blonde curls they started to ripple the a lot of ticklingly to them
roots.
Fixing out still thoughtfully on the blackboard-grey head of the old city to that
inciting feathers of green through the horizon the most distant she felt her/it whole
being makes to turn on to an indescribable passion of revolt against all Done ones to keep silent
Places. Boiling with work, brooding under the ash with boredom she experimented
suddenly a wild, almost impulse of incontrollable to sing, to shout to
cries from the roofs, to mock someone, to challenge each to break,
laws, flat heads,--any thing in fact that would break with an accident!
And then finally, on the hills and far street, with all it outraged him
I husk to his/her heels race! And raced! And raced! And raced! And raced! And
give back! Cultivate out his/her entangled feet! And his/her burst of bellows! And there was
nothing more left of her to all,--never--never--some more!
Discordantly in this rapturously pagan vision of mischiefs and small bundles of flowers
broken one of his/her room-consorts every awhiff with ether, awhirr with starch.
Immediately with the first creaking of the door-handle Lino's Bianca Nanny
it was on his/her feet, without breath, resentful, grotesquely provocative.