# Is 5/ONE

ONE
ONE I
FIVE AMERICANS
I. LIZ
with breathing as (faithfully) her lownecked dress a little topples and slightly expands
one square foot mired in silk wrinkling loth stocking begins queerly to do a few gestures to death, gestures to death, the silent shoulders are both slowly with pinkish ponderous arms bedecked whose white thick wrists deliver promptly to a deep lap enormous mindless hands. and no one knows what (i am sure of this) her blunt unslender, what her big unkeen
“Business is rotten” the face yawning said
what her mouth thinks of what her mouth thinks of (if it were a kiss distinct entirely melting sinuous lean. . . whereof this lady in some book had read
II. MAME
she puts down the handmirror. “Look at” arranging before me a mellifluous idiot grin (with what was nose upwrinkled into nothing earthly, while the slippery eyes drown in surging flesh). A thumblike index down- dragging yanks back skin “see” (i, seeing, ceased to breathe). The plump left fist opening “wisdom.” Flicker of gold. “Yep. No gas. Flynn”
the words drizzle untidily from released cheeks “I’l] tell duh woild; some noive all right. Aint much on looks but how dat baby ached.”
and when i timidly hinted “novocaine?” the eyes outstart, curl, bloat, are newly baked
and swaggering cookies of indignant light
III. GERT
joggle i think will do it although the glad monosyllable jounce possibly can tell better how the balloons move (as her ghost lurks, a Beau Brummel sticking in its three-
cornered always moist mouth)—jazz, for whose twitching lips, between you and me almost succeeds while toddle rings the bell. But if her tall corpsecoloured body seat itself (with the uncouth habitual dull jerk at garters) there’s no sharpest neat word for the thing. word for the thing. Her voice? word for the thing. Her voice? gruesome: a trull leaps from the lungs “gimme uh swell fite
like up ter yknow, Rektuz, Toysday nite; where uh guy gets gayn troze uh lobstersalad
IV. MARJ
“life? “life? Listen” the feline she with radishred legs said (crossing them slowly) “I’m asleep. Yep. Youse is asleep kid and everybody is.” And i hazarded “god” (blushing slightly )—“O damn ginks like dis Gawd” opening slowlyslowly them—then carefully the rolypoly voice squatting on a mountain of gum did something like a whisper, “even her.” “The Madam?” I emitted; vaguely watching that mountainous worthy in the fragile act of doing her eyebrows.—Marj’s laughter smacked me: pummeling the curtains, drooped to a purr. . .
i left her permanently smiling
V. FRAN
should i entirely ask of god why
on the alert neck of this brittle whore
delicately wobbles an improbably distinct face, and how these wooden big two feet conclude happeningly the unfirm drooping bloated calves calves i would receive the answer more or less deserved, Young fellow go in peace. which i do, being as Dick Mid once noted lifting a Green River (here’s to youse) “a bloke wot’s well behaved”. . . and always try to not wonder how let’s say elation causes the bent eyes thickly to protrude—
or why her tiniest whispered invitation is like a clock striking in a dark house
ONE II
POEM, OR BEAUTY HURTS MR. VINAL
take it from me kiddo believe me my country, ’tis of
you, land of the Cluett Shirt Boston Garter and Spearmint Girl With The Wrigley Eyes (of you land of the Arrow Ide and Earl & Wilson Collars) of you i sing: land of Abraham Lincoln and Lydia E. Pinkham, land above all of Just Add Hot Water And Serve— from every B. V. D.
let freedom ring
amen. ido however protest, anent the un -spontaneous and otherwise scented merde which greets one (Everywhere Why) as divine poesy per that and this radically defunct periodical. i would
suggest that certain ideas gestures rhymes, like Gillette Razor Blades having been used and reused to the mystical moment of dullness emphatically are Not To Be Resharpened. (Case in point
if we are to believe these gently O sweetly melancholy trillers amid the thrillers these crepuscular violinists among my and your skyscrapers—Helen & Cleopatra were Just Too Lovely
The Snail’s On The Thorn enter Morn and God’s
In His andsoforth
do you get me? )according to such supposedly indigenous throstles Art is O World O Life a formula:example, Turn Your Shirttails Into Drawers and If It Isn’t An Eastman It Isn’t A Kodak therefore my friends let us now sing each and all fortissimo A- mer i
ca, I love, You. And there’re a hun-dred-mil-lion-oth-ers, like all of you successfully if delicately gelded (or spaded) gentlemen(and ladies)—pretty
littleliverpill- hearted-Nujolneeding-There’s-A-Reason americans(who tensetendoned and with upward vacant eyes, painfully perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the sternly allotted sandpile —how silently emit a tiny violetflavoured nuisance: Odor?
ono. comes out like a ribbon lies flat on the brush
ONE III
curtains part) the peacockappareled prodigy of Flo’’s midnight Frolic dolores
small in the head keen chassised like a Rolls Royce swoopssmoothly swoopssmoothly outward(amid tinkling-cheering-hammering
tables)
while softly along Kirkland Street the infantile ghost of Professor Royce rolls
remembering that it
has for -gotten some- thing ah
(my
necktie
ONE IV
workingman with hand so hairy-sturdy you may turn O turn thatairy hurdysturdygurdy but when willturn backward O backward Time in yournothy flight and make me a child, a pretty dribbling child, a little child.
In thy your ear: en amerique on ne boit que de Jingyale. things are going rather kaka over there, over there. yet we scarcely fare much better—
what’s become of (if you please) all the glory that or which was Greece all the grandja that was dada?
make me a child, stout hurdysturdygurdyman waiter, make me a child. So this is Paris. i will sit in the corner and drink thinks and think drinks, in memory of the Grand and Old days: of Amy Sandburg of Algernon Carl Swinburned,
Waiter a drink waiter two or three drinks what’s become of Mæterlink now that April’s here? (ask the man who owns one ask Dad, He knows).
ONE V
yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate of a somewhat obscure to be sure university spends her time looking picturesque under
the as it happens quite erroneous impression that he
nascitur
ONE VI
Jimmie’s got a goil
Jimmie’s got a goil goil
Jimmie’s got a goil goil goil, Jimmie’s got a goil goil goil, Jimmie ’s got a goil and she coitnly can shimmie
when you see her shake when you see her shake shake when you see her shake shake shake, when you see her shake shake shake, when you see her shake a shimmie how you wish that you was Jimmie.
Oh for such a gurl Oh for such a gurl gurl Oh for such a gurl gurl gurl, Oh for such a gurl gurl gurl, oh for such a gurl to be a fellow’s twistandtwirl
talk about your Sal- talk about your Sal- Sal- talk about your Sal- Sal- Sal-, talk about your Sal- Sal- Sal-, talk about your Salo -mes but gimmie Jimmie’s gal.
ONE VII
the waddling madam star taps
unspontaneous streets make bright their eyes a blind irisher fiddles a
scotch jig in a stinking joyman bar a cockney is buying whiskies for a turk
a waiter intones:bloo-moo-n sirkusricky platzburg
furious taximan p(ee)ps on his whistle somebody says here’s luck
somebody else says down the hatch the nigger smiles the jew stands besides his teddy-bears
the sailor shuffles the night with ϕυκινγ eyes the great black preacher gargles jesus the aesthete indulges
his soul for certain things which died it is eighteen hundred years. . . . exactly
under the window under the window under the window walk
the unburied feet of the little ladies more than dead
ONE VIII
listen my children and you shall hear the true
story of Mr Do -nothing the wellknown parvenu who
(having dreamed of a corkscrew) studied with Freud a year or two and when Freud got through with Do-
nothing Do -nothing could do nothing which you and i are accustomed to accomplish two
or three times, and even a few more depending on the remu- nerativeness of the stimulus(eheu fu -gaces Postu- me boo
who)
ONE IX
even if all desires things moments be
murdered known photographed, ourselves yawning willaskourselves ou sont les neiges. . . . some
guys talks big
about Lundun Burlin an gay Paree an some guys claims der never was nutn like Nooer Leans Shikahgo Sain Looey Noo York an San Fran dictaphones wireless subways vacuum cleaners pianolas funnygraphs skyscrapers an safetyrazors
sall right in its way kiddo but as fer i gimme de good ole daze. . . .
in dem daze kid Christmas meant sumpn youse knows wot i refers ter Satter Nailyuh(comes but once er year)i’ll tell de woild one swell bangup time wen nobody wore no cloze an went runnin aroun wid eachudder Hell Bent fer election makin believe dey was chust born
ONE X
death is more than certain a hundred these sounds crowds odours it is in a hurry beyond that any this taxi smile or angle we do
not sell and buy things so necessary as is death and unlike shirts neckties trousers we cannot wear it out
no sir which is why granted who discovered America ether the movies may claim general importance
to me to you nothing is what particularly matters hence in a
little sunlight and less moonlight ourselves against the worms
hate laugh shimmy
ONE XI
nobody loses all the time
i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should have gone into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle
Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable of all to use a highfalootin phrase luxuries that is or to wit farming and be needlessly added
my Uncle Sol’s farm failed because the chickens ate the vegetables so my Uncle Sol had a chicken farm till the skunks ate the chickens when
my Uncle Sol had a skunk farm but the skunks caught cold and died and so my Uncle Sol imitated the skunks in a subtle manner
or by drowning himself in the watertank but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor Victrola and records while he lived presented to him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a
scrumptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and
i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my Uncle Sol
and started a worm farm)
ONE XII
now his “daughter” uv eve(who aint precisely slim)sim
ply don’t know duh meanin uv duh woid sin in not disagreeable contras tuh dat not exacly fat
“father” (adjustin his robe) who now puts on his flat hat
ONE XIII
(and i imagine never mind Joe agreeably cheerfully remarked when surrounded by fat stupid animals the jewess shrieked the messiah tumbled successfully into the world the animals continued eating. And i imagine she, and heard them slobber and in the darkness)
stood sharp angels with faces like Jim Europe
ONE XIV
it really must be Nice, never to
have no imagination)or never never to wonder about guys you used to(and them slim hot queens with dam next to nothing
on)tangoing (while a feller tries to hold down the fifty bucks per job with one foot and rock a
cradle with the other)it Must be nice never to have no doubts about why you put the ring on(and watching her face grow old and tired to which
you‘re married and hands get red washing things and dishes) and to never, never really wonder i mean about the smell of babies and how you
know the dam rent’s going to and everything and never, never Never to stand at no window because i can’t sleep(smoking sawdust
cigarettes in the middle of the night
ONE XV
ITEM
this man is o so Waiter this; woman is
please shut that the pout And affectionate leer interminable pyramidal, napkins (this man is oh so tired of this a door opens by itself woman.) they so to speak were in
Love once? now now her mouth opens too far and:she attacks her Lobster without feet mingle under the mercy. mercy. (exit the hors d’œuvres)
ONE XVI
it started when Bill’s chip let on to
bulls he’d bumped a bloke back in fifteen.
Then shecametoward him onherkneesacross the locked room. he knocked her cold and beat it for Chicago.
Eddie was waiting for him, and they cleaned up a few times—before she got the info from a broad that knew Eddie in Topeka, went clean daffy, and which was very silly hocked
the diamond he gave her. Bill was put wise that she was coming with his kid inside her. He laughed. She came. he gave her a shove and asked Eddie did he care to ride her? . . . .she exactly lay, looking hunks of love
in The Chair he kept talking about eyes
ONE XVII
IKEY(GOLDBERG)’S WORTH I’M TOLD $ SEVERAL MILLION FINKLESTEIN(FRITZ) LIVES AT THE RITZ WEAR earl & wilson COLLARS
ONE XVIII
why are these pipples taking their hets off?
the king & queen
alighting from their limousine inhabit the Hotel Meurice (whereas i live in a garret and eat aspirine)
but who is this pale softish almost round young man to whom headwaiters bow so? hush—the author of Women By Night whose latest Seeds Of Evil sold 69 carloads before publication the girl who goes wrong you
know (whereas when i lie down i cough too much). How did the traffic get so jammed? bedad it is the famous doctor who inserts monkeyglands in millionaires a cute idea n’est-ce pas? (whereas, upon the other hand, myself)but let us next demand
wherefore yon mob an accident? somebody got concus- sion of the brain?—Not a bit of it, my dears merely the prime minister of Siam in native
costume, who emerging from a pissoir enters abruptly Notre Dame (whereas de gustibus non disputandum est my lady is tired of That sort of thing
ONE XIX
this young question mark man
question mark who suffers from indigestion question mark is a remarkably charming person
personally they tell
me as for me i only knows that as far as his pictures goes
he’s a wet dream
by Cézanne
ONE XX
mr youse needn’t be so spry concernin questions arty
each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party
gimme the he-man’s solid bliss for youse ideas i’ll match youse
a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues
ONE XXI
i was sitting in mcsorley’s. outside it was New York and beatifully snowing.
Inside snug and evil. the slobbering walls filthily push witless creases of screaming warmth chuck pillows are noise funnily swallows swallowing revolvingly pompous a the swallowed mottle with smooth or a but of rapidly goes gobs the and of flecks of and a chatter sobbings intersect with which distinct disks of graceful oath, upsoarings the break on ceiling-flatness
the Bar.tinking luscious jigs dint of ripe silver with warmlyish wetflat splurging smells waltz the glush of squirting taps plus slush of foam knocked off and a faint piddle-of-drops she says I ploc spittle what the lands thaz me kid in no sir hopping sawdust you kiddo he’s a palping wreaths of badly Yep cigars who jim him why gluey grins topple together eyes pout gestures stickily point made glints squinting who’s a wink bum-nothing and money fuzzily mouths take big wobbly foot-steps every goggle cent of it get out ears dribbles soft right old feller belch the chap hic sum-more eh chuckles skulch. . . .
and i was sitting in the din thinking drinking the ale, which never lets you grow old blinking at the low ceiling my being pleasantly was punctuated by the always retchings of a worthless lamp.
when With a minute terrificeffort one dirty squeal of soiling light yanKing from bushy obscurity a bald greenish foetal head established It suddenly upon the ​huge neck around whose unwashed sonorous muscle the filth of a collar hung gently.
(spattered )by this instant of semiluminous nausea A vast wordless nondescript genie of trunk trickled firmly in to one exactly-mutilated ghost of a chair,
a;domeshaped interval of complete plasticity,shoulders,sprouted the extraordinary arms through an angle of ridiculous velocity commenting upon an unclean table.and,whose distended immense Both paws slowly loved a dinted mug
gone Darkness it was so near to me,i ask of shadow won’t you have a drink?
(the eternal perpetual question)
Inside snugandevil. i was sitting in mcsorley’s It,did not answer.
outside. (it was New York and beautifully,snowing. . . .
ONE XXII
she being Brand
-new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having
thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O.
K.)i went right toit flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell) next minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg.ing(my
lev-er Right- oh and her gears being in A 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning justasweturned thecorner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice,good
her the juice,good (it
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public Gardens i slammed on the
internalexpanding & eternalcontracting brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB -ling to a:dead
stand- ‍;Still)
ONE XXIII
slightly before the middle of Congressman Pudd ’s 4th of July oration, with a curse and a frown Amy Lowell got up and all the little schoolchildren sat down
ONE XXIV
Dick Mid’s large bluish face without eyebrows
sits in the kitchen nights and chews a two-bit cigar cigar waiting for the bulls to pull his joint. Jimmie was a dude. Dark hair and nice hands.
with a little eye that rolled and made its point
Jimmie’s sister worked for Dick. And had some rows over percent. The gang got shot up twice, it operated in the hundred ands
All the chips would kid Jimmie to give them a kiss but Jimmie lived regula. stewed three times a week. and slept twice a week with a big toothless girl in Yonkers. in Yonkers. Dick Mid’s green large three teeth leak
smoke: remembering, two pink big lips curl. . . .
how Jimmie was framed and got his
ONE XXV
oDE
o
the sweet & aged people who rule this world(and me and you if we’re not very careful)
O,
the darling benevolent mindless He—and She— shaped waxworks filled with dead ideas(the oh
quintillions of incredible dodderingly godly toothless always-so-much-interested- in-everybody-else’s-business
bipeds)OH the bothering dear unnecessary hairless o
ld
ONE XXVI
on the Madam’s best april the twenty nellie
anyway and it’s flutters everything queer;does smells he smiles is like Out of doors he’s a with eyes and making twice the a week you kind of,know(kind well of A sort of the way he smile but and her a I mean me a Irish,cook but well oh don’t you makes burst want to dear somehow quickyes when(now, dark dear oh) the iceman how, luminously oh how listens and,expands my somewherealloverme heart my the halfgloom coolish of The what are parks for wiggle yes has are leap,which,anyway
give rapid lapfulls of idiotic big hands
ONE XXVII
(as that named Fred -someBody: hippopotamus, scratch- ing,one,knee with,its, friend observes I
pass Mr Tom Larsen twirls among
pale lips the extinct cigar)at
which
this(once flinger of lariats lean exroper of horned suddenly crashing things)man spits
quickly into the very bright spittoon
ONE XXVIII
my uncle
Daniel fought in the civil
war band and can play the triangle like the devil)my
uncle Frank has done nothing for many years but fly kites and when the string breaks (or something) my uncle Frank breaks into tears.my uncle Tom
knits and is a kewpie above the ears(but
my uncle Ed that’s dead from the neck
up is lead all over Brattle Street by a castrated pup
ONE XXIX
than(by yon sunset’s wintry glow revealed)this tall strong stalwart youth, what sight shall human optics know more quite ennobling forsooth?
One wondrous fine sonofabitch (to all purposes and intents) in which distinct and rich portrait should be included,gents
these (by the fire’s ruddy glow united)not less than sixteen children and of course you know their mother,of his heart the queen
—incalculable bliss! Picture it gents:our hero,Dan who as you’ve guessed already is the poorbuthonest workingman
(by that bright flame whose myriad tints enrich a visage simple,terse,
seated like any king or prince upon his uncorrupted arse
with all his hearty soul aglow) his nightly supper sups it isn’t snowing snow you know it’s snowing buttercups
ONE XXX
weazened Irrefutable unastonished
two,countenances seated in arranging;sunlight
with-ered unspea-king:tWeNtY,fingers, large four gnarled lips totter
Therefore, approaching my twentysix selves bulging in immortal Spring express a cry of How do you find the sun, ladies?
(graduallyverygradually “there is not enough of it” their, hands minutely
answered
ONE XXXI
MEMORABILIA
stop look &
listen Venezia: incline thine ear you glassworks of Murano; pause elevator nel mezzo del cammin’ that means half- way up the Campanile, believe
thou me cocodrillo—
mine eyes have seen the glory of
the coming of the Americans particularly the brand of marriageable nymph which is armed with large legs rancid voices Baedekers Mothers and kodaks —by night upon the Riva Schiavoni or in the felicitous vicinity of the de l’Europe
Grand and Royal Danielli their numbers
are like unto the stars of Heaven. . . .
i do signore affirm that all gondola signore day below me gondola signore gondola and above me pass loudly and gondola
rapidly denizens of Omaha Altoona or what not enthusiastic cohorts from Duluth God only, gondola knows Cincingondolanati i gondola don’t
—the substantial dollarbringing virgins
“from the Loggia where angels by O yes beautiful we now pass through the look girls in the style of that’s the foliage what is it didn’t Ruskin says about you got the haven’t Marjorie isn’t this wellcurb simply darling” isn’t this wellcurb simply darling —O Education:O this cook & son
(O to be a metope now that triglyph’s here)
ONE XXXII
a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat
fate per a somewhat more than less emancipated evening had in return for consciousness endowed him with a changeless grin
whereon a dozen staunch and leal citizens did graze at pause then fired by hypercivic zeal sought newer pastures or because
swaddled with a frozen brook of pinkest vomit out of eyes which noticed nobody he looked as if he did not care to rise
one hand did nothing on the vest its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt while the mute trouserfly confessed a button solemnly inert.
Brushing from whom the stiffened puke i put him all into my arms and staggered banged with terror through a million billion trillion stars
ONE XXXIII
Babylon slim -ness of
evenslicing eyes are chisels
scarlet Goes with her whitehot face,gashed
by hair’s blue cold
jolts of lovecrazed abrupt
flesh split “Pretty Baby” to numb rhythm before christ
ONE XXXIV
this evangelist buttons with his big gollywog voice the kingdomofheaven up behind and crazily skating thither and hither in filthy sawdust chucks and rolls against the tent his thick joggling fists
he is persuasive
the editor cigarstinking hobgoblin swims upwardin hisswivelchair one fist dangling scandal while five other fingers snitch rapidly through mist a defunct king as
linotypes gobblehobble
our lightheavy twic twoc ingly attacks landing a onetwo which doubles up suddenly his bunged hinging victim against the giving ropes amid screams of deeply bulging thousands
i too omit one kelly
in response to howjedooze the candidate’s new silk lid bounds gently from his baldness a smile masturbates softly in the vacant lot of his physiognomy his scientifically pressed trousers ejaculate spats
a strikingly succulent getup
but we knew a muffhunter and he said to us Kid. daze nutn like it.
ONE XXXV
(ponder,darling,these busted statues
of yon motheaten forum be aware
notice what hath remained —the stone cringes clinging to the stone,how obsolete
lips utter their extant smile. . . . remark
a few deleted of texture or meaning monuments and dolls
resist Them Greediest Paws of careful time all of which is extremely unimportant)whereas Life
matters if or
when the your- and my- idle vertical worthless self unite in a peculiarly momentary
partnership(to instigate constructive constructive Horizontal business. . . . even so,let us make haste —consider well this ruined aqueduct
lady, which used to lead something into somewhere)
ONE XXXVI
ONE XXXVII
ONE XXXVIII
As i was standing on the third rail waiting for the next train to grind me into lifeless atoms various absurd thoughts slyly crept into my highly sexed mind.
It seemed to me that i had first of all really made quite a mistake in being at all born, seeing that i was wifeless and only half awake, cursed with pimples, correctly dressed, cleanshaven above the nombril, and much to my astonishment much impressed by having once noticed (as an infantile phenomenon) George Washington almost incompletely surrounded by well-drawn icecakes beheld being too strong, in brief: an American, if you understand that i mean what i say i believe my most intimate friends would never have gathered.
A collarbutton which had always not nothurt me not much and in the same place.
Why according to tomorrow’s paper the proletariat will not rise yesterday.
Inexpressible itchings to be photographed with Lord Rothermere playing with Lord Rothermere billiards very well by moonlight with Lord Rothermere.
A crockodile eats a native, who in revenge beats it insensible with a banana, establishing meanwhile a religious cult based on consubstantial intangibility.
Personne ne m’aime et j’ai les mains froides.
​Royal Highness said “peek-a-boo” and thirty tame fleas left the prettily embroidered howdah immediately
Thumbprints of an angel named Frederick found on a lightning-rod, Boston, Mass.
such were the not unhurried reflections to which my organ of imperception gave birth to which i should ordinarily have objected to which, considering the background, it is hardly surprising if anyone hardly should call exactly extraordinary. We refer, of course, to my position. A bachelor incapable of occupation, he had long suppressed the desire to suppress the suppressed desire of shall we say: Idleness, while meaning its opposite? Nothing could be clearer to all concerned than that i am not a policeman.
Meanwhile the tea regressed.
Kipling again H. G. Wells, and Anatole France shook hands again and yet again shook again hands again, the former coachman with a pipewrench of the again latter then opening a box of newly without exaggeration shot with some difficulty sardines. Mr. Wiggin took Wrs. Wiggin’s harm in is, extinguishing the spitoon by a candle furnished by courtesy of the management on Thursdays, opposite which a church perfectly upright but not piano item:a watermelon causes indigestion to William Cullen Longfellow’s negro son, Henry Wadsworth Bryant.
By this time, however, the flight of crows had ceased. I withdrew my hands from the tennisracket. All was ​over. One brief convulsive octopus, and then our hero folded his umbrella.
It seemed too beautiful.
Let us perhaps excuse me if i repeat himself: these, or nearly these, were the not unpainful thoughts which occupied the subject of our attention; to speak even less objectively, i was horribly scared i would actually fall off the rail before the really train after all arrived. If i should have made this perfectlyclear,it entirely would have been not my fault.
ONE XXXIX
each dream nascitur, is not made. . . ) why then to Hell with that: the other; this, since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid.
ONE XL
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