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From: | Job Nelson |
Subject: | [Info-gnuts] taste |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 08:19:17 -0400 |
He sat neglected by his guests at his own
table. A year ago you wouldnt have admitted that! I guess this is thatnew
American Jazzmania you read about!
Oh, you WOULD play the role of the
patient,suffering martyr at a time like this! Now dont play the injured and
astonished small boy! A year ago,if Id dared even to thumb my nose at Fran,
youdve bitten me! You wouldnt think it was awfullysilly of me, Mr.
It brought back a day on the Roman Campagna, a
windy radiant day offast walking.
And if you do, youll be surprised at thenumber
of nice women thatll fall for you! I dolove Fran; I would beg her to marry me
if she were free. And Sam Dodsworth wanted to be sick, andwas distressed
because he couldnt be.
Could anything better show Elsathat he was a
worthier lover than the sharp-nosed Mr. Hes rich and of good family, and yet he
has the hands of a man whoworks. Their baggage had for months been their
onlyhome. In the first place hesobviously an Englishman, and look at his
hands!
This attack disorganized them, and enabled him
to contradict themwith cheerful casualness. He told himself that he did
sobecause he was tired and might be asleep before she returned.
He became very gay, joyouswith the thought of
the secret they were sharing. It brought back a day on the Roman Campagna, a
windy radiant day offast walking.
Oh, golly, I guess Im defying the thunderbolt.
Dont even know it would be a goodthing, for either of us. Dismally, Sam
followed the boy with his bag to the elevator. Suppose I said,All right, you
leave Berlin today, for good, and Ill stay.
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