GEOGRAPHY & PLAYS (Collection of Stories, Poems and Plays) by Gertrude Stein

Author:Gertrude Stein [Stein, Gertrude]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788075831903
Publisher: Musaicum Books
Published: 2017-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

A Portrait of F. B.

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A peal is that mountain which makes a ring and is ringing. There is no squeak, there is no touch there is no lump, a light bed is left when it is carried away, it has no temper, it has when it has, it has the bent bedspread, it lies like that left not limply and next to lightly and no mixed more. It is so christened when it is there. It has that space to identify. It is the mending of the beam and it is not clear and shows the courage more of the plentiful timber which is not scattered and put together. It is so lightly clad and furs show it. It is so planter. There is no occasion and the copy is not reversed to so little, there is nothing tiny.

Leave the package will the book use the warmer there, sight the sound that has no platter, season all the simple ginger, make a bucket simpler.

Praise the lion and the rat, see the morsels fairly, show the swimming of the rat show the rabbit winning. Bestow the light and chase it there, see the hall is dimmer, see the lightening everywhere see the lightening dimmer. Make no dinner in the morning, make it in the evening, see the same and see it there, see it in the morning. See the time when there is that, see it in the morning, see it all and say the hat, say it every morning, say no more and undertake what is so ridiculous that there is no time to say that and any how what is the abuse of an intention, why should there be etiquette, why is there every lightening, why if the season is the same is there summer, when is there more night than in winter.

Return after the garden, remain after the tea, single out a timepiece, so hatly and so true there is neither more to do. All the time is the past and piece meal is that meal and a little chicken is a liver, and solitude is enough. A little jerk is no occasion, so supremely is there a category.

Very good the place is rough, the bed is silver and the sheets are there, the little slipper is not organized, the pleasure is obtained and actually there is a garden. In union there is withering. In sunlight there is breakfast.

A turn of the table does not mean that cups are there, it means that there is no loneliness and it means that the copy is not extreme when there is a frame. It does not mean any little thing.

A clatter registered has a calming center. That is the outlasting of a sight of all. If it is possible that there is the result then certainly no one would think so. Every one does. There is no sense in such a history. There is no sense at all. Not a bit of broom has the window open, not a bit.

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