Capitolo 7
history, and above to that point he can very always sustain his/her account
well; for him you/he/she is always looking for the beautiful pinkness. But when
that has gone, its interest also goes. It seems a lot to the agenda to him
what this youth would have had to study the mechanics and it would be due to become a
great engineer and invented things, and it made discoveries.
Now, if he had ever been been shipwrecked, or if he had ever been
eaten above by bears, or if he had fought against Indian, or done some
other notable thing with a fear in him, because, _that_ would be
value that speaks around. But because so a lot it says on a youth that
had not you/he/she done none of these things? Because he/she speaks of the way that she had
does encourage him and did it help him and did it study with him? You can see
for You that it was a very stupid history.
It was intelligent of David, nevertheless to have to tell her/it him the history,
for then her it would sometimes forget that his/her small boy was not
having his/her siesta. To show her/it that he was trying to hold on a
affairs him now and then it is able asks a question, as, for example,
when she spoke of the honors the youth you/he/she had won to the university.
"Could you/he/she spit through his/her teeth?" David would ask, and it
it was always a sad thing to him that this was not none of the young one
man's completions. A very disappointing crack, to be sure.
"You know, my small boy", Mother would say in a strange, soft
expresses, you know that Your eyes are as diamond as its eyes they used
being and that--"
"It is a beautiful history", it would bravely say David, and as as
not, while Mother was still speaking of the beautiful youth
with the moustaches, his/her small boy would fall, fasts put to sleep.
It is good, David, that you don't feel the history that is hid
away in the thinking places; it is good that you don't know the
glance used that it sometimes enters the face of Mother and madman
from him the beautiful whole pinkness that you love to see. You want
never knows what other glance that was often in the face of Mother