Capitolo 71
sentimental in his/her expressions, it declares that the love that I had for Amy
exhausted my nature dry. I think that she is possibly right.
AN EVENING WITH CALLENDER.
The room was filled with a blue haze of smoke of tobacco, and I had done
all of him, for Callender that is seemed to me, it had foresworn the most greater part of his/her old man
habits. He didn't use once to languidly lie again on an idle about-chair,
neither the smoke, neither speaking, neither drinking fist, when an intimate friend came
see him/it. Indeed, after the first effervescence of our reunion, natural
after a four year-old separation, you/he/she had lowered, I founded such different
Tom Callender from what had wrung my hand in to divide on the bridge
of the _Marius_ that I had satisfied in different speculations and me
apparently studies attentively it under of half shut covers as me
bewared the white rings of my cigar you melt in the air.
Where, was the change precisely? It was difficult to say. The long one, thin
figure was enervated in its layings; the brown and slender hand that had had
a vigor of characteristic, carelessly lying opens on the arm of his/her chair,
more looked able oral once, taken muscular of the life; the
oval slightly lengthened of the face, with his/her complexion and hair it likes
the Japanese, were dug as soon as more or it flanked that before, but it
you/he/she had lost that expression of anticipation that is one of the badge
marks of youth in the face. He had kindly been careful to mine
it experiments in the Rio Janeiro with which I without doubt have me I annoyed him
unpronounceably, but when I asked some old friends or the social life him,
fallen in the indifference of the man for that such things more
exists: reminiscence didn't interest him. I asked him some plays
now above in the principal theaters--he had not seen them; around the new one
before woman--he had not felt her. I finally broke a long silence from
picking up a book from the table to my side. "Value reading?" I asked,
nibbling here to him and there. (It was a novel, with "thirty-fifth