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Show -310 better yet to the grizzly bear and the buffalo. He was a bad artist in love with Art; it turned him into a thin melancholy somber-minded man. At the same time he respected all the basic American values; he was a Puritan turned inside-out, a dogmatic Quaker who never went to meeting. Based on this, what could I say for sure about his manner of dying? Now Carlo began to show the family how to walk on their hands. He stepped forward across the grass, turned, went backward, smiling an upside-down smile. Alice tried it, swayed and fell; Morgan took one step, another, then fell beside her-I saw that they were perhaps beginning to like each other. But when clumsy Jacob tried he at once succeeded like a born acrobat; he moved over the ground with astounding bearlike grace. The women clapped their hands. Jacob and Carlo walked together, fingers clutching the grass by the roots; Jacob was red in the face, his hair hung in his eyes, his tie flopped down like a green and yellow tongue, but he kept his balance. "Go on! Go on!" Morgan cried. "Aren't they good," Alice said. "Don't you want to try it, Buck?" "No." I wanted nobody to clap their hands for me. And I knew I wouldn't like to be upside-down. The world reversed To look up at the earth, hold up the globe with straining |
