“touching eyeglasses, beard, lip while noting that he was feeling himself compelled to take up the pose of the poet in eucharistic recollection of etc., etc., etc.—as literary necessity, that is. He said, "So can you help, do you think?" I said, "From memory, you mean." "That's it," he said. "Any Polish girl you ever had yourself any sort of a thing with." I can tell you what the trouble with me was—no beard anywhere on me, no eyeglasses either, meat of real consequence to neither of my lips—not...hing, at least, to speak of, not enough to give me a good grab of anything, nothing on my face for anyone to hang onto, too little to offer a good grip of me to even myself. He said, "Whatever comes to mind, I think." Here was the thing with me—I did not know what to do with my hands. "Whatever pops into your head," he said, off and at it again, fingering eyeglasses, beard, lip. The lout was all feelies, I tell you—the lummox was ledges from stem to stern. "So," he said, "anything you might want to conjure up for me, then?MoreLessRead More Read Less
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
User Reviews: