The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 18
... asked the woman beside him . She turned to him and he felt the same surprise he always felt when a woman turned out not to be Eugenia . He seemed always to carry that lovely face with him . No woman ever came even close to its delicacy ...
... asked the woman beside him . She turned to him and he felt the same surprise he always felt when a woman turned out not to be Eugenia . He seemed always to carry that lovely face with him . No woman ever came even close to its delicacy ...
Side 19
... asked . “ And what of me ? " But he turned them all aside . He watched them grow pale and fade from his dream . If new ones came , he denied them . They had no substance , he reminded himself . They were fragments . Only frag- ments ...
... asked . “ And what of me ? " But he turned them all aside . He watched them grow pale and fade from his dream . If new ones came , he denied them . They had no substance , he reminded himself . They were fragments . Only frag- ments ...
Side 32
... asked for wise words I did not have in me . - 99 That night Jean - Claude and I had dinner in Andrée's room , just the three of us because Tony was practicing and could not get there until later . Andrée said I was to sit in the seat ...
... asked for wise words I did not have in me . - 99 That night Jean - Claude and I had dinner in Andrée's room , just the three of us because Tony was practicing and could not get there until later . Andrée said I was to sit in the seat ...
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