Capitolo 42
you show up, with the dark head the white sheets of manuscript turned on, and
I slightly sang a small song for her a lot of joy of my life. I looked above at the
deep sky, without clouds, around to the wide stretching of green in the gilded one
light of the sun, then almost unconsciously back once more to the edge of the
woods, where the shed carpets constituted a small adaptation of house the heart of
summertide. Neither I guessed, even then of what the dominant note was
this marvelous rope that my life had unconsciously struck. I only knew
what the world was more beautiful than me far, and still
singing my breath the small lilt that is seemed to be all right the day under me,
wandered back slowly, while leaving a run crushed among the tall one, it was sun-grown weak
grasses as me I went.
The Mr. Longworth placed down his/her job as me I drew near me. A strange, absurd
shadiness possessed me, after the weeks to strengthen the friendship and
simple good-friendship, but I held out the great group of daisies
happily to him, as I made me sit on the pole of carpets. He arrived
his/her hand for them eagerly, and it buried his/her face in their depths exposed to the sun.
Its eyes shone feverishly with its stress of job and its thin cheeks
the text was lined up. "You seem tired", I said me. "You should not write so long."
So far, although we had often teased around him, we had never read each
other portions of our job.
"When I find my mean fact", I had said me, when he implored me to read him/it a
chapter.
"When I can succeed in making a chapter easily race to his/her end", he had
answered laughing, to turn, but now to-day, exhorted from of the necessity for
an absorbent theme in which I could dip, while losing my restlessness me,
he/she insisted that he had to read fragments, at least to me.
Him for first it hesitated. "I have told him as fool it plays, these
disconnected pieces, the small descriptions, freed conversations.
Sometimes I think that I won't use later never them everything." He touched the
pages absently.
"No, reads him/it to me as it is", I implored. "I have to feel him/it. I understand,