Gertrude Stein,
Geography and Plays
“ All of it is planted. The blossom is pealing, the tender dew is green, the presence is in the time in between, the sacrifice is that that the bell which rings has a clapper. The pleasure in the use is not so dreary but that there is an exchange.One sees a custom, one sees a date, one sees a potatoe, one sees a caterpillar, one sees more particulars than kissing, one sees the blame distributed, one sees more than any one.Powder and food, union and despatch, so that there is no pale color, so that there is black, so that there is much preperation of a return to the same. ”
