She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. They don’t catch on to discursive interests, you see, because they are more serious, they are concentrated on the central reality of life, and a little impatient of its—its outer aspects. Brown gave four counts and she delivered her first a cappella violin solo. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold.
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