“Oh,
Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!”
She had been weeping. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. “How is that carmine working?” he asked, with
a forced interest. What he intended
to do with it is of little consequence now. ’
Gerald shrugged.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNS41Ny4xMDAgLSAwOS0wNy0yMDI0IDEwOjIwOjQ0IC0gMTQ1OTgzNzE0Mw==
This video was uploaded to ladyboyroad.com on 05-07-2024 23:43:17