which consists mostly of nothing specialin any case you will findthe suburban air improbablethe two objects off the tablethe process explicitSubject to extension and variation.There is no reason torearrange.
I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say,
"Mamma, can I open the light?"
She was using the age-old language of exploration,
the language of art. It was a sort of metaphor,
but she was not
using it as ornamentation.
fibers at the torn edges. The back side is so faint that only five words are visible, one only partly: “my moth[er],” “three,” “forth which.”“It would be impyour former life will take on the appearance of a dreamas to beggar description