Literature Egotistical
by Sophie Whitaker
And by a strange irony it was he who at various moments of crisis in my life stood in the breach. I am trying to capture and hold it before it dies away.I suppose I ought to leave with her but I dont intend to.
She’s gone to Aspro in Piedmont with Giulio.
It is an Italian song she is singing, it must be an old song. I may not have time to tell you anything else and I don’t suppose I shall see you again.
I catch his eyes resting on his daughter and note her answering smile.
The glistening part that little fishing-boat is just sailing into.
What wouldn’t I give for her to be going as far as Paris!
So is Mrs Vendramin, though twenty years younger than her husband. Richard thought his father looked exhausted when he went up to his room to fetch him for dinner. What would be the use till you made up your mind?
Perhaps it would kill him, then I should have done a wicked thing. I want to see Myrtle Vendramin again very much.
She would be called a fashionable figure,elegant, distinguished. It seems to methat if it is at all as I see it, she must feel it too.
Have you forgotten Anna and Mary Lee Clare?
The wine revived him; his exhaustion made him feel its effect immediately. She begged him to show it her, but just then the waiter returned with the champagne.
When a thing is perfect what is the use of saying divine, lovely ? But you said you would have to arrange something for your wife.
I hope Elinor didn’t mind your coming to see me.
He leaves her there and sits down on the other side of Myrtle Vendramin and pulls out a fresh cigar.
For an instant Richard did not realise the significance of her remark. I telephoned afterwards but I couldn’t understand a word. I have an introduction to her from the pianist Cadajos.
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Spam as literature
I usually just dump spam emails into my junk folder, but Rockford called one he received to my attention this morning. It wasn’t the whatever-it-was they were peddling but the little poem at the end of the message. It was so delightful, I thought I should check out a few in my own inbox. The first — “are you happy,” sent by Alma — was Rockford’s find. I’ve edited “Moth Garbled” a little, just to make it more readable.
are you happy
by Alma
You, a horse! Oh, not a real one, of course
By the time he had finished his preparations and stowed all his electrical
belongings in his various pockets, it was nearly midnight and the house was quiet
i didn’t forgot
by Dean
That made an extraordinary long hole, as you may imagine, and reached far down into the earth; and, as I leaned over it to try to see to the bottom, I lost my balance and tumbled in
He started the machine again towards the east, and at a more moderate rate of speed skimmed over the surface of the desert
Moth Garbled
by George Knox
Many among these valued neighborhood counselors begged him not to go at all. But Kivi’s discouragement built up in Hayden a stubborn Western-Yankee resentment. Ridiculous spectacle of yourself, and everybody laughing at you.Probably, he admitted, he was nearer to the capering Kivi than to the mulish Jess Bradbin.
With agony he managed to turn his head enough to make out their situation.
If I were only twenty again, and strong and unafraid Always so helpless and never, never think about what I may want or need or anything! There were hesitations, worries, preparations to be got through.
But such treachery to American good-fellowship he kept concealed.
He came clearly to in a hospital, with his head bandaged and Dr. He looked at their bedroom: the chaise longue, the tapestry wallpaper, the black and silver desk.
In college, that Kipling thing, For to admire and for to see, I’ve wandered oer the world so wide.
I think that I would like to be a self-respecting humanbeing, and even learn to read! I must endure a heavy penance to make up, in some tiny degree, for killing Caprice. Crittenhams owlish peering and the horrible scrambled eggs and cold toast.
Caprice and he might lie here, bleeding, stranglingly thirsty, for many nights and days.
I don’t think any of it has been published yet, but hell be another Evelyn Waugh.
He had seen no one whom he knew coming aboard. His face was thin, and people said that his eyes were kind.
But Kivi’s discouragement built up in Hayden a stubborn Western-Yankee resentment. Caprice had read only the society page, the fashion notes, and those same murder trials. Roxanna could not have noticed any ruefulness in him.
But honestly, Hay, you’re in wonderful shape. He ruled, Dead certain to be acold fall, this fall, see whatta mean? And I’m a tramp that only wants to see new towns and learn to read Plato in the Greek.
Had he passed out, had he been unconscious?
They could both die here before they were found. You always did like chatting and chinning and visiting with the lady clients, you old rogue!
To live for months overlooking a monastery garden, mystic and contemplative.
Enough so that they rather horribly suggested a funeral.
To live for months overlooking a monastery garden, mystic and contemplative. He tried to remember where he was going and just why he was going there.
There was a light, gay quality in the air.