dimecres, 10 d’agost de 2005

O.W.

«"Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose!
I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that
I am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it."»
O.W.

«A fellow will remember things you wouldn't think he'd remember.
You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey
on a ferry and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in
- and on it, there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she
had on - and she was carrying a white parasol - and I only saw her
for one second and she didn't see me at all - but I'll bet a month
hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl.»
O.W.