The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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Side 33
... matter , little one ? " The directness of the question made me want to answer , and as I talked to him about Claire and her letter it seemed suddenly that the matter was much less serious than I had first felt . So I said , answering ...
... matter , little one ? " The directness of the question made me want to answer , and as I talked to him about Claire and her letter it seemed suddenly that the matter was much less serious than I had first felt . So I said , answering ...
Side 48
... matter how controlled this might seem on the surface he never knows precisely where it will lead . I think it is peculiar to our time that one can talk less and less on a national or regional basis . The world is constantly shrinking ...
... matter how controlled this might seem on the surface he never knows precisely where it will lead . I think it is peculiar to our time that one can talk less and less on a national or regional basis . The world is constantly shrinking ...
Side 51
... matter how revolutionary was the turn of a new direction , its roots were solidly imbedded in the tradition of western art . This is obvious when one sees a Cezanne or a Picasso in a museum hanging in the vicinity of old masters . I ...
... matter how revolutionary was the turn of a new direction , its roots were solidly imbedded in the tradition of western art . This is obvious when one sees a Cezanne or a Picasso in a museum hanging in the vicinity of old masters . I ...
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