Capitolo 65
Toward midnight, to assuage the sense of smell sadness of the dying lamp, him
deduced ahead reluctantly by his/her deeper pocket of cover-wrap the
little knotty handkerchief that has boxed the handful still-done treasure of
of fragrant fir-balm, and bending groaningly sends on his/her chair
sieved the fragile one, prickly needles in the face of that that burns
brand that has survived. Immediately in an only dazzling shine of flame the
symbol of tangible forest faded away in intangible fragrance. But along the
cable of his hand,--through the edge of his sleeve,--above from the
pole molested of books and papers,--out from him the most distant, remotest
angles of the room, the was held apart not pronounceable, sweetness of undestroyable
of all the forests from when the world was made.
Almost with a hiccup in his/her throat Stanton turned again him to the box of
letters on his/her table.
From dawn the febricitant, the insomnia excited in its brain had driven
him on and above to a last, impelled extremely fantastic. Writing to
Cornelia that he has brusquely told her, frankly,
"DEAR CORNELIA:
"When I asked to you of sposarsimi, you made me promise a lot
solemnly to the duration that if I ever changed my idea
concerning her/it I would certainly tell him. And me laughed to you.
Does he/she remember? But you are right, it seems, and I was
badly. For me I believe that I have changed my idea. That
is:--I don't know whether to precisely express him/it, but you/he/she has been
done a lot, very simple to me lately that I don't do from any
way of it intends love you no more than You have need to be beloved.
"In every sincerity,
"CARL."
To that amazing communication to which Cornelia has immediately responded; but
the 'immediately' almost involved a week you/he/she is exasperating provisional,
"DEAR CARL:
"Neither mother neither I, can have any some sense out of
Your note. From some possible opportunity it was he/she wanted to say a joke to be?
You say you it doesn't love me 'as small' as me I have need to be