Capitolo 5
how do I begin to find a girl of history-book? A true girl, I mean!"
"Almost everywhere--out You", it kindly murmured the Oldest Man.
"Eh?" gives a shake the Youngest Man.
"That is what I said" I, talked in goslow mode the Oldest Man to smooth softness.
"But which is the use?" he added more actively a trifle. "Although You
run thousand years! A 'the true girl?' Bah! You would not know a
'true girl' if you saw her/it!"
"I tell him I am able!" the Youngest Man.
"I tell him--you are not able!" says the Oldest Man.
"Try him/it!" challenged the Youngest Man.
"Be already tried!" confided the Oldest Man. "Have! I know Your type!"
he frankly persisted. "You are the kind of individual, to a party that
only of pure and simple foolish-instinct go stamping on out down every other man
in sight only for the foolish-joy pure and simple to try to find the first dance
with to fluorescent-look more evidently, more evidently
girl that artificial-looks in the room--who always and invariably 'the holes
You to death' in front of the evening is ended! And while the rest and You
of Your kind is fighting together--year after year--for this special
straight to be 'it annoyed to death', the 'the true girl' that you are
asking around, the marvelous girl, the girl with the great beautiful,
non said thoughts in his/her head, the girl with the great one, affronts, not fact
actions in his/her heart, the girl of whom histories are made, the girl that
You call 'street is demolishing himself/herself/itself in alone some dark, cold
angle--or sitting abandonedly partnerless against the dismal wall of the
ballroom--or hiding above timidly in the locker room--waiting for being
open! Few Miss Still-Waters, more depth of ten thousand seas!
Few Miss Gunpowder, milder than the twilight in front of the moon it ignites
it! Few Miss Sleeping-Beauty, waiting for his/her Prince!"
"Oh, yes--I suppose so", it eagerly granted the Youngest Man. "But
that Miss Von Eaton--"
"Oh, it is not that I don't know a beautiful face--or hat, when I see him/it,"
interrupted nonchalantly the Oldest Man. "It is only that I don't put mine