Capitolo 11
yawning, "but when I see out together a living woman on the of
his/her face what I don't too positively calculate on there being a lot nothing
gone exciting above in that face. Then at the same time, when I see a
woman that is not dissipating fires of centric to all on the contour of
his/her nose or the arc of his/her eyebrows or the meat-shades of his/her cheeks,
ago certainly spite my curiosity to know that that marvelous
energy that consumes her is busy around.
"A face is not understood to be a living-room, in every way Barton, but only a
plaza where the to boil, thoughtful soul now and then you/he/she can throw out
to bask himself/herself/themselves in the breeze and refreshment of understanding and the appreciation.
Certainly then--it is not particular personal glory to You that Your friend
The energy of Miss Von Eaton perpetually jumps in the gold of its hair or
the blue one of his/her eyes, because rain or it shines, the congeniality or
noncongeniality, its energy doesn't have some other place to go. But I say
You intend some compliment to a man when in a bleak, severe, job-brought
personality as the old dame of Botany he is for example found
able to decoy out in the facial and occasional ecstasy the vitality of _amazing_
what you/he/she is working alone as a slave for Science these fifty past years.
Mushrooms are those in which the old dame of Botany is interested Barton.
Really, Barton, I think that you would be amazed to see how extraordinarily
beautiful the old dame of Botany can be on mushrooms! Glint of the
before weak line of dawn, freshness of the wooded and wilder assistant,
verve of I strive him/it brave of the long day, you line up the text of sunset and triumph,
zeal of the lamp in the evening of the student, wrinkling audacious smile of
unwise experiment--"
"Say! Is it a preacher?" sarcastically mocked the Youngest Man.
"Anybody more than some old man", it granted the Oldest Man with smooth
good-nature.
"Old man?" Repeated Barton, sceptically. In honest if reluctant
the admiration for an instant, he sat, while appraising his/her companion