Capitolo 48
You have a 'the affection' for Cornelia, and wherever Cornelia fails
feeding that affection that it is mercifully orderly that the dead flame of hunger
it will go out to grey and cold ashes without making some further trouble
any. But you have a 'the imagination' for this pretense
girl--I help of sky You!--and a 'the imagination' it is a great, wild, boiling,
insatiates touch with the language of fire that, it opposed once and forever in his original
desires to gobble him with reality, will turn on you body and soul,
and it licks on Your desire of so a lot of crackle likes wood of lighting--and it desiccates
Your common sense and superficial scorch the happiness of Your young wife. Nothing but
Same Cornelia will ever make her lack--Cornelia. But the other girl,
the unknown girl--because she is the face in the clouds, she is the voice in
the sea; she is the shine of the sunset; she is the silence of June
twilight! Every breeze in summer, every strong wind in winter will ventilate the brands!
Every beating, chirrupping giving a metallic sound pulsates of an orchestra, every--. Oh,
Stanton, says me, it is not the ghost of the things that I/you/they are dead that the wish
ever comes between Cornelia and You. Still it was there never the ghost of some
lost thing that could not be tame a pet of family that the purrs do.
But--the--the ghost--of--a--the thing--that--you have--never--still--funds? _That_,
I tell him, is a very different matter!"
Checking the weight to his/her heart, and burning in his/her cheeks, the insidious one
matter, the thin justification that was abounding in Stanton
veins the whole week, bursts suddenly in discourse.
"But I gave the _chance_ to Cornelia to be 'the whole world' to me", him
tirelessly protested, "and she didn't seem to take care of a hangs around him!
Scott Gran, man! It is you going to call an unfaithful individual because
him now and then it goes to trip street in an angle and law some to Make brown,
for example, all to him--or vague out on the plaza some evening
all sole to fix the stars to which you/they happen alone you annoy his/her wife to