Capitolo 22
imaginings: Give me with Beauty if he likes it, or you give me with
Brains, but it doesn't commit the masculine and raw error of
giving me with both. Faces of furrows of thought that you know, and
after the adolescence only Inanity holds back his paradisiacal
smoothness. Beauty also to his worse it is splendidly a
perfections, lawn flower-sprinkled on that the more to the agenda,
errands of every-day of the life cannot cross without slashing. And
brains to them it is only better a field abounding ploughed
always and forever with the worries of incalculable
picked. Do me a few beautiful, if he likes it, and a small
wise, but not too much of or, if You currency the truths
of Your Vision. There! I say me: Your face worse! Manufacture me that
affronts and that face only, that You _need the most_ in everybody
this great, solitary world: food for Your heart or the fragrance
for Your nostrils. Only, a face or another--I insist on
_red hair_ that has!
"MOLLY."
With his/her lower lip oddly twisted under the bite of his/her strong white
teeth, Stanton started to unwrap the various packages that the comprised the
great bundle. If certainly pits a "portrait" it represented a
enigma-portrait.
A small there was first, flat-footed scarlet slipper with a downy
finger of the gold foot to him. Definitely female. Definitely small. So a lot for
that! There was then a slingshot-hit, fiercely truncate, and rather
confusedly of boy. Later this, round and flat and deluding as a
empty dish, the disk of phonograph of a song totally little relative--"The
The to whine" of Gull: a sign certainly neither to grow old neither sex, but indicative
possibly of musical preference or lake the individual temperament. Later
what, a small geographical globe, with the sentence of Kipling--
"To admire a' to see,
For to be'old this so wide world--
Not fact never anybody good to me,
But I cannot leave to fall him/it if I tried!"--
sideways written in very black ink through both the hemispheres. Then a