Matisse Picasso And Gertrude Stein Part 41

A loss a whole loss is an irregular fancy and no result is more announced than that which is no change. All the same there is boundless.

A top is on the tidy road no more than it was and what is more lasting.

Everything is most lasting.

A parlor, what is a parlor, a parlor is a cook. What is a cook a cook is a cross between odor and perfume. What is an odor and what is perfume.

An odor is a singular glance and milk and lightning, a perfume is an article and an expected s.p.a.ce and even an authority. What is a singular glance if it is that and wider, what is milk and there is that altogether, what is lightning and there are no widows who are cleaner, what is an article when there are regular festoons and what is an expected s.p.a.ce and what is more than the same which is actually to be splendid. These are the signs that make reaching so necessary, they are also the signs of an exceedingly p.r.o.nounced tendency. Supposing no one sees clearly that the end has not come. Supposing no one sees more clearly ever. Does that mean that there is no regret, does that even mean that the loudest resemblance is stolen by shoving. No more is necessarily used in an individual recitation.

The pretext of a sack of no more than three yearly is not a sudden resolution, it is not carried away by pay. Paying sweetly and paying neatly is so like lounging and suspecting everybody where there is no habit of black and lace.

What is the wonderful example of a discovery what is it. Is it in a pea and clover, is it in the sighing of a house and the pleasant escape of a sash. Is it more in the heavy notes and in the love of a hook, is it really more in the dark and in patch work. Is it more in the hurry of a sudden falling of a particular cat, what is it more in than in the rest of renouncement, in what is it more. It is more in the water, it is more in the tree, it is more in the house, it is more in the court and in the hall and in the trifling heap of stones crossed early by anything waiting.

Wait for the pound and a half of sauce, wait for the best oil and no scarcity, wait for the paper spread to dry, wait for anything that is not burning heavily. Wait and do not diminish a ribbon yard, wait and select the same before, wait and see the best and love it through and love it with a widening dainty door. Wait and mingle nothing sweet, wait and beg the time to stay, wait and go and go away, and wait when all is simpler.

Bet so heavily with a wife that sooner the wedding will be early yet, bet and shadow the least flower there so that growing is ingrowing longer and shorter. Growing longer is growing everywhere. Growing shorter is growing and growing more there. Growing longer and growing shorter and growing is not an established result of a weight in the leg that is altogether.

Why when the purpose is in stretching should not stretching mingle with stretching in the ending, why should it not and what is the hurry when any strange stick is in all the best window.

All the choice of cold and curls, all the choice, all the animal which is the same as a tick, all the animal which is the same as a Hindoo, all the animal which is breakfast and really breakfast, entirely breakfast.

All the animal which is oak walnut, oak shrub trees, oak b.u.t.ter. All the animal which is vines and arches all arches, all dark red trees, all wet white trees, all white green trees.

All the animal is silent in left over bundles, in the box of bundles, in the ride on returned bundles. All the animal is in the bath dish, in the stop watch in the left leg.

All the animal is in the way, in the way, and in that way. All the animal is in that way, in the way, and in that way, the way.

All the back is in that harness, entirely surprised, not more sunburned.

It is not in the poison oak, not in that more rested entirely.

A loud man eater, a loud lonely decay, more sponges and more excellent angels and extreme inhalations and reasoning, inclining reason.

Lay the most perfect sweetness and separation and appet.i.te and leaking gra.s.s and fading, simple ecstatic fading. Lay the first winter and any summer and more wishes all separately in together. Make the pet a whole pet. Make the powder wall full of turning. Make the exception unanimous and under thrown. The worry of sea bathing is enormous.

A bother that comes yesterday and shows no cake does not show midnight or noon. It which is silent is not so seldom a poised vessel and a luck finder and certainly is not any savage in cake. Not at all.

A crowd all the exchange that social excuse and sweet singing in a noisy street can mean to a tune is necessary when there is no talk. It is necessary.

Cups, when are cups splendid, they are splendid in chunks and in pieces and in places. They are splendid by the short way there is more collection. They are always splendid entirely.

A more sullen supper and eating is entirely repeated. It is entirely in a show and even in a whisper in any loud whisper softer. A survey is so weak and more checkers any more checkers are solemn and loud and wild waveringly wet. All the best is in times and much suddenly secreted is so hurried, so very hurried finely.

A very fine handsome and not more elegant than wistful certainty is so included.

Work in the late sad sweetening red ferns and lift the bell so that there is no closet, search and shake the best example and never shudder in the cuddling water. See the silence rest in black and suffer all the spoons to wander, allow the more to see it with the gla.s.s and bestow more actual prunes than stay together.

Do not act more in the marguerite and shine with the best eddying work table set easily on a table. Rattle and strain and shove a calendar and more much more is the same reason and mightily in time, mightily in time.

A sweet thing is a sweet relation and a smile a smile is all that gate, a smile is separate and more inclined altogether and a rate a whole rate is so that there is a violet to relate. The time the best time is all together. A time is in the velvet.

Wag and a waggon, wide and wishing, window and charging.

All is good in cooking, all is good in shaking, all is good in sacrificing a nut and corsets.

All is behind a closed dark scuttle, all is priced in sucking solemn sardines and outrageously, outrageously quickly soon.

Wait and finish a speck of a pantaloon with old places, old places, old places.

Supposing there is no white enamel, supposing there is no dark cloth, supposing there are not b.u.t.ter jerks, supposing there are.

A cl.u.s.ter means a countenance, it always does, it cannot but choose to be cautious and unnecessary and in a study. It cannot suggest a better way to be taken. It cannot take a use. It cannot stay spread in a vacant s.p.a.ce emptily.

Any occasion to see the splendid having Sat.u.r.day is the one that makes a double doleful. Any west resemblance is nightly.

Relaxation in ornament is concave and not dainty, it is so winsome and entwined, it is so arranged and saintly. The market garden shows the stolen likeness and more chats and more tooth brushes in a plot. The earnest courage is complicated with the understanding that is likely and ferocious and more necessary than altogether. Tooth cake, teeth cake, tongue saliva and more joints all these make an earnest cooky.

Plunging into the middle mingling, wedding the worrying, and teasing the trying, meddling with more and fathering a single sunshine, all this makes much hut and more much more.

The window rest is more in than out entirely.

The pen within is more there than before.

The cutting stands are more shadowed than rainy.

The outside is more dreadful than water, the rest is more excellent than impaired. The licking is with a spoon spreading and a question of oats and cakes, a question of oaks and kinds a question is so stately.

If the best full lead and paper show persons and the most mines and toys show puddings and the most white and red show mountains and the best hat shows lamp shades, if it is the sterns are sterner and the old bites are bulging and the best the very best of all is the sunshine tiny, is the hollow stone grinding, is the homeless wedding worrying.