Capitolo 54
jaggedness, with horrifying raspishness every one, boy, father,
mother, scheming relative, competent or incompetent assistant,
indiscriminate servant, filing his/her separate pain in the Senior one
The ears tortured of surgeon!
With one of those sudden revulsions to materialism that it is responsible
to brutally submerge some man that digs too much long to a time in the
non conventional problems of the life and death, the Senior Surgeon advanced down
in the thin one, light of the sun hyacinth-perfumed with every human and latent avarice
in his/her body that asks to great voice for expression--in front of him, you/he/she should be also smashed
in forgetfulness. "You eat, you joke, and he/she drink, you joke, and it are merry,--you
fool,--for to-tomorrow--the you,--Lendicott of _even R. Faber--can have to die_!"
brawled and it king-brawled through his/her mind as a motive for licentious phonograph.
To the edge of the lowest footstep a branch of lilac risen that it has to have
budded and it pungently bloomed in an only time smote him through his
cheek. "Indolent!" blamed the branch of lilac.
With the first sandstone crushing of gravel under his/her feet, anything
transcendently naked and without shame that was Affronts with impudence the Pain neither
The similar Pain to brass thrilled through its frightened conscience. On the
rolling lawn, marshy, over the juicy willow-hedge that has hidden the
river that leaves without breath, above from of the flowing canoe, thin, out of a choir of
young virile way expresses, Love Song an a little impassioned--divinely
tender--more incomparably innocent--it came stealing before palpitantly in
that world in inflammable Spring without an alone footprint of accompaniment
on him!
Kiss me, Sweet the Spring is here,
And Love is God of You and me,
There is no bird in grove or brere,
But to his/her small consort it sings him,
"Kiss me, Sweet the Spring is here
And Love is God of You--and me!"
Torn out as a hiccup of his/her his/her own lost youth the Senior Surgeon
memoirs of halfhearted university took on the old refrain.