The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... close to its delicacy . But the face turned to him was a nice enough one . He liked the clean lines of it and the wide brow . " Nothing , I'm afraid . ” " Why do people go ? " " Oh ... " she looked vague . " I go for the ride . " " I ...
... close to its delicacy . But the face turned to him was a nice enough one . He liked the clean lines of it and the wide brow . " Nothing , I'm afraid . ” " Why do people go ? " " Oh ... " she looked vague . " I go for the ride . " " I ...
Side 29
... close to dawn and 1 was shivering . I tore the cover and blankets out from under me and slid under them . Now it was the warmth of wool I felt and was glad for . That morning I saw the sun come over the rooftops . Because it was the ...
... close to dawn and 1 was shivering . I tore the cover and blankets out from under me and slid under them . Now it was the warmth of wool I felt and was glad for . That morning I saw the sun come over the rooftops . Because it was the ...
Side 47
... close to us . The narrow - minded idiotic attitude of the dominating middle class continued into the 20th century . The image that the artist is always rejected by society was deeply imbedded into public consciousness . The martyrdom of ...
... close to us . The narrow - minded idiotic attitude of the dominating middle class continued into the 20th century . The image that the artist is always rejected by society was deeply imbedded into public consciousness . The martyrdom of ...
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