‘Not where we’re going. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch. . . ’
‘Oh,’ Gerald uttered, disappointed. 196
Succeeded where she had not. She was making it up. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities
presaged illness. He was full of fabulous stories, not just
tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from
the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes
and yarns that only he remembered. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see.
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