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
Then there is placed there that which if the predicament is not
outdistanced means that there is posthumous fame, this means that there
was a violin and a widow and a melodrama, it means more than that it
means that there was a friend and a closet and most of the coloring
matter, it means more than that it means silence and it does mean a
declaration that has memories, it does mean all that and any one is
frightened any one is frightened who does not remember. To be peaceful,
to be calm, to have a ticket and a feather and to mean that a table is
necessary all this together does arouse resentment. Suppose there was
nothing done at any rate singing is not more than reciting and reciting
is not more than dancing. In any case a swelling has plenty of the same
endearment and the peace of an organ is that which is most handled.
There is no dispute when there is music, none at all and a window any
window is above, it is so above that the climate and the stables and all
the cleaning comes to be in place of cooking. The one way to eat is
perfect, there is so much to telephone.
All the same there was misunderstanding, there was misunderstanding,
there was a description and in any case what is a discovery, a discovery
is the exact space covered by the moving example. That is it and no
dispute shows any more heat than there is.
A cushion, no fan and no rose, no cushion no fan and no rose, no rose
and no fan, no fan no cushion, no cushion no rose. The silence began
with flowers, it went on longer.
The next margin the margin that had no existence, the next margin was
that which if there were many present there was no way of exerting
excitement. This was not silence, it was silent.
The only spreading was when the number was the same, this moment was not
mingled with expectation, it had no such occasion.
It was a single breath in a circle, this which was of all sizes was so
placed that there was silence.
The length of a refusal was expressed in irritation. When is there more
recollection than force. There is more recollection than force when
there is no occasion and more pricelessness.
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