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From: | Rosalind Harmon |
Subject: | [Audiodo-develop] cape blight |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:41:41 -0200 |
She had made him think he coulddo anything. He felt
uncomfortable; he felt treacherous, that he could sit by herside and feel nothing
for her. But whyafter all should poor Augustus not ask for another plate of
soup?
Why, one asked oneself, does one take all
thesepains for the human race to go on? That the fishing season was bad; that the
men were emigrating. But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossibleto
dislike any one if one looked at them. That the fishing season was bad; that the men
were emigrating. They were talkingabout the fishing industry. How much they missed,
after all, these very clever men!
It annoyed him that she should have made him speak
like that, with MrsRamsay listening.
She andAndrew put on their shoes and stockings in
dead silence without sayinga thing about it.
Why, one asked oneself, does one take all
thesepains for the human race to go on?
They are outraged and indignant with the government
about thefishermen.
How much they missed, after all, these very clever
men!
She actually said with an emotion that she seldom
letappear, Let me come with you, and he laughed.
When there are fifteen peoplesitting down to
dinner, one cannot keep things waiting for ever.
How much they missed, after all, these very clever
men! There was something, shethought as he sat down, very charming about Paul. Why
did he want to shoot poor old Joseph and Mary?
She could notunderstand how she had ever felt any
emotion or affection for him.
For ones childrenso often gave ones own perceptions
a little thrust forwards. At the far end was her husband, sitting down, all in a
heap, frowning. So listening to the waves,crouching over the pool, she
brooded.
There was not a ghost of a chance of their finding
itnow.
Inevitably these were extremely insincere she
thought.
But this is not athing, she thought, ladling out
soup, that one says. Whether people laughed at him or were angry with him he was the
same. Youre not planning to go to the Lighthouse, are you, Lily, said MrsRamsay.
There was something, shethought as he sat down, very charming about Paul.
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