Sublime

The test of whether there can be a marriage of enduring love between the wild underworld and the earthly psyche is being met, and impressively.

need not marry, thank heaven: she need not undergo that degradation. She was saved from that dilution. She would move the tree rather more to the middle.

Cladastris luteas, yellowwoods,

Summer had passed. The winter of boredom had set in and frost had formed in the crevices of Blackshear’s mind.

Ursula was left to stare at the floral wallpaper. She had never noticed before that the flowers were wisteria, the same flower that grew on the arch over the back porch. This must be what in literature was referred to as “deflowering,” she thought. It had always sounded like a rather pretty word.

By summer Scott and Ernest were seeing more and more of each other, occasionally at the home of Gertrude Stein.

felt, as it were, in her own body the joyous germination in the soil.