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"do you suppose it's true what i heard?"

"maybe it's not true at all."

"she's nothing to look at."

"nothing much to her."

"made a big mistake."

"nothing wrong with her at all."

above my head was the evening star.

"it's true all right."

mediocre doesn't belong with this

should be in harmony with her own personality

perfection in a strange and startling way

some purpose in it

you and me

still inhibited by the tradition

in contrast,
the transformation seemed little short of miraculous

artistic revolutions

passionately concerned
as the arts were concerned

the beginnings of revolt of the arts

society salesman

he was busy acquiring
whom he could attract
he was to be disappointed

challenge of artists

expression
the blatancy of emotion

wedding of souls

in lesser hands
a mere description of two bodies

but with him
it can become
two human beings made visible

welded
by time and profound intimacy