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Tuesday, September 19, 2006 |
Spam as Literature No. 2
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. posted by Nichole @ 10:07 PM
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