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
An exceeding long stout single eagle is so situated that the afternoon
is sunshiny. The long simple statement of more makes an expression. It
shows the little weather. It shows the floor to be neater. It shows
loving. The silence which is outrageous is not so fatal as the corn that
is taller. Anyway all the sands shine and glass is plenty. It has that
choice.
Then came the rain, then came large pattering, then came the glass and
the little drops and many more, then came the time and the Hindoo, then
came more afternoons then ever, then came the distribution, then it came
there.
So obliging is an insight and so thoughtless are the plain painstaking
principles, how thoughtful they are and how they show the interest. How
they do diminish friction. How they do entertain royalty. How they do
not stay in the deep down. How they do not. So then the origin is told.
There is an ending.
A mend which shows no simple correction is not displaced by
organisation. So to mix and mingle, so to adjust center-pieces, so to
mingle ferns, so to embarrass every curve, is not the print of a
marguerite, it is so likely to shine.
The silence and squeaking is perculiar, the silence has the heat of the
waste paper. This does not make a balloon.
The tone and the flush is wetter, the tone is a standard and manufacture
is an outfit. There is cloth.
Pigeon is not liquid, it is not surgical, it is unpressed, it is
rejoicing, it is simultaneous, it is not particular, it is plentiful, it
is determined.
Powder is not elegant, it is not painful, it is meritorious, it is
twinkling, it is the weather.
Like the spoon and the educated banana there is no correct description.
There is light and there is manner, there is a touch of a splinter.
Seen in the hand there is nothing hiding, seen in the hand there is
lightning. Seen in the hand there is an eruption. Seen in the hand there
is recognition.
A brown subject is seen by the color. The red which is there is dark.
The blue is that color. If the time is a sensitive celebrity then a
piece of the paper is essential.
A splice is something that causes a connection, a spectacle is something
that causes that, a return is something that causes that. Old single
houses are established. A bed room is furnished. Lying in the same
position does cause that nice sound. There has been a dozen.
A state when there is no dirt is not so handy as flattery. A tongue
makes moisture. Sadness is plenty. The arrangement is at noon. The end
is wider.
No more eggs when they are sitting, no more pigeons when they are
cooing, no more landing in the market, no more stretching in the town.
No more of most cheese. No more is that.
The time to moderate a particular sale is when there is money and a
blessing, this is the time to begin the argument.
All the same nails have tacks and all the same hammers have tools and
all the same lights have that and all the same books have paper. This
does not make dirt. This makes that.
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