| pubOne.info present you this new edition. To attend to a living child is to be baffled in your humour, disappointed of your pathos, and set freshly free from all the pre-occupations. You cannot anticipate him. Blackbirds, overheard year by year, do not compose the same phrases, never two leitmotifs alike. Not the tone, but the note alters. So with the uncovenated ways of a child you keep no tryst. They meet you at another place, after failing you where you tarried, your former experiences, your documents are at fault. You are the fellow traveller of a bird. The bird alights and escapes out of time to your footing. |
