Pulp Fiction, 1925 · page 75 of 172
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Wes were ane eee He == “had S Tout his way to the river, and he would never come back. I stood where the tough St. Augustine grass gave way to the shallow cup of the swamp’s edge. : ‘“‘ Here,” I said to myself, ‘‘ she must have been standing when—” I could still feel as sick as I had felt that night, when those dogs came trotting back, all puffed out with terror. That lovely, soulless thing! Well, the rest is quickly told. I sold the commissary and my house—at a loss— soon afterward and moved away. Vingo had too many associations; too many things came to mind on misty nights when the rain-frogs started to shrill. To all appearances, Vingo soon became THE ILENTLY Tf plodded on Past one wet street corner and another, Chill rain whipped into my face, Driving sullenly against—around me. > Then, as a breath taken very swiftly, SS I had found a Thought; | = Elusive—and so exquisite, se So vivid and so thrillingly alive, se That a burning urge possessed me ee To reach any shelter Wherein I could be in stillness Until before me throbbed in words The wild and joyous meaning Of that to which my heart was clinging bredthifess- Now that I have made myself = (So far as any power in me may compass), _ ao A mechanism poised and sensitive . Through which it had created for itself ens Living expression. = Wonder strangely rises : = Whether it was I myself who found this Thought, _ Or whether it had not been waiting there, sito oe Hugging itself closely on a rainy, windy corner, __ ee = Until it leaped forward, 3 es Se oe = Boe ce me? | Sora again. Talk of s sorcerers aie was no longer heard in the quarters. one day the Randolph twins started 7 again on the twin bungalows on the rik ve It was the same day that Belinda and ¢ tine came into the commissary, each we ing a familiar ring made of genuine white gold and set with a real chip diamond. _ Wasn’t I surprised? Did I think “they : were ever going to forgive them? They were bursting with eagerness to know. es = news had trickled in on the grapeving ele- 3 graph six hours earlier. As for wondering — = whether or not they were ever going to for- give them—well, I am getting pretty cyni- < cal. I am learning that time can heal most anything. END U Uv a “ia