Of course I know nothing of what really did happen in Paris—if even you ever
saw him there. \"
Lucy obliged her, walking back to the entryway and
slipping off the loafers. Her knees were trembling, her whole frame
was shaken with sobs. Then his tiny
bow mouth opened into an adoring smile. Manning central in her mind. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. Only she hadn’t. Sebastian howled
with laughter, doubling over. She became more and more alive, not
so much to a system of ideas as to a big diffused impulse toward change, to a
great discontent with and criticism of life as it is lived, to a clamorous confusion
of ideas for reconstruction—reconstruction of the methods of business, of
economic development, of the rules of property, of the status of children, of the
clothing and feeding and teaching of every one; she developed a quite
exaggerated consciousness of a multitude of people going about the swarming
spaces of London with their minds full, their talk and gestures full, their very
clothing charged with the suggestion of the urgency of this pervasive project of
alteration. But I wanted to find
out more, partly so I could share it with him.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMC4yLjE4MyAtIDAyLTA3LTIwMjQgMDM6Mzc6MzAgLSAxMjMyMDkzNTU4
This video was uploaded to aoktires.info on 27-06-2024 13:10:20