Capitolo 55
As I go singing, to my darling,
"Kiss me, Sweet the Spring is here,
And Love is God of You and me!"
Only for an instant a long-forgotten dozen withdrawn they cast him
acutely in his/her brain,--dark, uncontrovertible the old story
rooms where young ideas flashed bright and futile as protected
swords,--elm-shaded slant where young flexible bodies hung on green
velvet covers of grass to expose their sourrer cynicisms! Book-history,
book-science, book-economies, book-love,--all the passion of paper of everybody
the poets of paper that imperiously strut him on lips of boy that would have
dead thousand dead bashful in front of the threatening imminence of a
the kiss of true girl! Magic days, with Youth that shining, positive
make treasure of on the tree of the Life--and Donna anchors a mystery!
"Donna a mystery?" Harshly the sentence lacerated through the Senior one
Surgeon's brain. Croakingly in that instant all the grey surly scientific
years king-reached him/it, it flooded him, it strangled him/it. "Donna a _mystery_?
Oh the ye Of the! Is it Youth? Bah! Youth,--a tinkling of mere tinsel on a to decompose himself/herself/themselves
Tree of Christmas!"
Furiously with renewed poison he turned and it threw again his/her weight on
the stubbornly resistant crank of his/her automobile.
Vaguely it disturbed from the noise and vibration the Nanny of Lino Bianca
the opened one the great ones, drowsy, blue eyes on him.
"Don't do--the bump--it--this way!" she mistily admonished, "you will wake up again the Small one
Girl!"
"Well, that that on my convenience, would I appreciate to know?" the Senior one
Surgeon in of the amazement.
Heavily the whips of the Nanny of Lino Bianca shaded down again through her
sleep-lined up cheeks the text.
"Oh, never the mind--around--that", she mumbled not-concernedly.
"Oh, for the cause of Sky--he wakes up!" the Senior Surgeon
above of the sudden roar of his/her motor.
Adroitly for a man of his/her mass him raced around the radiator and it jumped
in his/her place. Cruelly tossed in lack of sleep, the Small Girl