Capitolo 47
volume and it opened the fly-leaf for the Doctor to see. "Carl from his
Molly", it rather separately said.
"Oh, yes", it mumbled the Doctor. "It seems very pleasant. There is completely
anybody denying that seems very pleasant. And of the day--out of an old trunk,
or it folded up down back part Your encyclopedias of library--Your wife will discover
the book and does he/she kindly ask, 'Who Molly was? I never remember the Your to say
anything on a "Molly."--Only someone whom you knew?' And Your answer
enough it will be innocent: 'No, dear, _someone that me never the knew_!' But as
on the crinkle along Your backbone and the tremendously foolish one, feeling of grinny
around Your cheek-bones? And on the road and in the cars and to the
theaters you always want and forever you/he/she are looking and you/he/she is crossing, and asking
You, 'it is it from some possible opportunity that this girl that sits following to me
now--?' And Your wife will hold saying, with only an edge as soon as perceptible
in his/her voice, 'Carl, knows that red girl that we have passed as soon as?
You stared at her/it this way!' And you will say, 'Oh, no! I was asking only me
if--Oh yes, you always want and forever both 'asking himself/herself/itself if.' And brand mine
words, Stanton, people that go on the world with also the most innocent
chronic question in their eyes, is enough proper to race above against a
unfortunately the great number of wrong answers."
"But you take him/it all, Stanton so horribly protested seriously." "Because
You ramble and it harangue around him as if indeed it were my affections
that had involved!"
"Your affections?" cries the Doctor in great exasperation. "His/her
affections? Because, crews, if it only were Your affections, you suppose me
is you/he/she wasting as half the worry of one minute on you so a lot even? But it is Your
_imagination_ that is involved. That is where the flourishing lies of damage.
Affection is correct entirely. Affection is not anything but a beautiful, sure flame that
feedings only on a special kind of fuel,--his/her really particular object.