Matisse Picasso and Gertrude Stein: With Two Shorter StoriesStein, Gertrude
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Matisse Picasso and Gertrude Stein: With Two Shorter Stories
Stein, Gertrude
Experimental fiction, American
Tender and not so blue, pink and white, not any shadow darker and
anything green greener, a stalwart arch and more than an orange, much
more than any orange, all the tightness is identified and the hurry is
not articulate and the space is enthusiastic. This and not so much
passage is the beginning of that entry. All the politeness of returning
later and being in a hurry before then is not more than being late and
beginning automatic running. A collision is not usual. A little piece of
gum is the same.
There can not be any appointment when the organ of return is not
resisting any intermediate use. The coal oil is in their very well.
The design is so disturbed that the fire does burn. That goes on to make
little pieces redder. That shows the sense there is in the face.
Any following is so certain that the choice of more is all expressed.
The union of an emigration with an arrangement is distressing if the
whole place is shown to be there. There is more comfort.
There is the western bridge and there is water, there is more cover and
there is plenty of air. There is a whole expression of no wish.
The music of the present tense has the presentation of more accent than
the best intention multiplies. The method in it is not more to be
deplored than the unification is represented. The best passage is not
more likely.
Straining that particular qualification and not having that measure in
meaning meaner pressure is so unlikely that there is no dispute. The
certain case is sure. That was the tame darkness and thunder did make
all the time and no measure of meaning indicates the time rightly when
the mischief is over. There is the produce, there is the weather, there
is the learning, there is the little bits of ground where telephoning
has meaning. That is the state of yesterday. More is coming to-morrow.
Darker and the season has the summer, dirty and not so continuous as
winter, not more not less, the time was used up already and there always
will be steadiness. That increase is sure.
Darker and the music softer when sighing makes no breeze and talking
makes the beard turn in to every center. Lighter and the water having
every color, darker and the flowers every color, darker and the silent
way to come again and resolving nothing that is not the use of a
morning, darker and the strange situation not so pleasant as fried eggs
when they are not cheaper.
Darker and the mention of moonlight is stirring more sameness than any
desperation that has no defeat. The window which has no seat and the
rooms that have that way of coming together made the same change that
had been made when the result was difference. The light was clear.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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