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From: | Sammy Schwartz |
Subject: | amalgamate attached |
Date: | Sun, 20 Aug 2006 11:48:15 -0700 |
The old lady, the indigenous, theprehistoric, was
being wheeled away by a footman. One feels such a fool, caught unprotected
So that eachof us who has enjoyed this pageant has
still an opp .
Then there was a scuffle behind the bush; a
preliminary premonitoryscratching. In passing shestripped the bitter leaf that grew,
as it happened, outside thenursery window. For what reason, I asked, were we shown
these scenes?
This year, last year, next year, never, Isa
murmured.
Also, the lawn would need a deal of clearing up.
And whats the channel, come to think of it, if they mean to invadeus? Dispersed are
we, the gramophone informed them. Down in the hollow, at Pointz Hall, beneath the
trees, the tablewas cleared in the dining room. Oliver,holding out his cheroot said:
Too ambitious.
The looking-glasses and the voices in the bushes,
she murmured. Shestood between two fluidities, caressing her cross.
And we mustnt, my brother says, thank the author,
Mrs.
Well, hesaid she meant we all act all
parts.
Sitting in the shell of the room she watched the
pageant fade.
Left over from the coronation, Bartholomew
muttered, half asleep. He looked round for anobject corresponding to this
description.
Down in the dell, past the lily pool, the actors
were undressing.
From the earth green waters seemed to rise over
her.
Here, with its sheaf sliced in four, exposing a
white cone, Gilesoffered his wife a banana. Since there were no clouds to trouble
thesky, the blue was bluer, the green greener.
And if were left asking questions, isnt it a
failure,as a play?
It was night before roads were made, or
houses.
Wellthen listen to the gramophone
affirming.
The very latestnotion, so Im told is, nothings
solid .
And buying shares in the market to sell em.
Streatfield continued, to make acontribution. Mopping, mowing, whisking, frisking,
the looking glasses darted,flashed, exposed.
Yes, that occurred to me, sitting among you in
theaudience. At last, Miss La Trobe could raise herself from her stoopingposition.
Lady I love till Idie, leave thy chamber and come .
Springett added silently, dropping her
sixpence.
Here, with its sheaf sliced in four, exposing a
white cone, Gilesoffered his wife a banana. Smoke obscured the
earth-colouredjackets.
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