Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Look at that by - (read ebook pdf .txt) 📖
- Author: -
- Performer: -
Book online «Look at that by - (read ebook pdf .txt) 📖». Author -
Crude materialism.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
21
unnecessary melodramatics, shut the heavy door of his from-now-on bachelor pad, he welcomed those few with open arms, almost a bow. Had he placed an order for them, they wouldn’t be more to the point. No one then would ever dare accuse him of letting Lila go unmourned.
Write “non crocodile” because they were spontaneous.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
22
Chapter 4
The next morning – possibly because, with the bed be-ing all his again and having no one else to hog all the covers, going for a pee, snoring and whatnot, he had slept like a baby the night before – found him much more cheerful than what he would’ve liked. So cheer-ful, in fact, that for a moment it made him cheerless. What really bothered him was that he did not really seem to be bothered by the thought that Lila might be laying in the arms of someone other than Morpheus. On the contrary, knowing she was happy to finally be with her beloved rid him of any unnecessary concern that he would undeniably have had, had he been the one to dump her. Because, imagining her missing him badly, her image – eyes swollen from crying, scram-bling to piece her broken heart back together, prey to the darkest of thoughts, considering even suicide – would haunt him like Maenads Orestes. It never oc-curred to him for a single moment that all the worries that he did not have for her, she likely had for him - something which would to some extent limit her own happiness. He had always, you see, considered wom-en so much more crafty, efficient and unfeeling when
Enough with this verb, now. Aren’t there any other ones you can use?
She’s not even forty years old yet and she snores? Yeah, right. Are her adenoids inflamed or what?
Why, is Lila his mom? And secondly, are you sure it’s not the Furies? Do look it up now. Don’t want to make a fool out of our selves.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
23
they broke up with someone, but crushed, inconsol-able and miserable when others broke up with them, which was why he’d long preferred – sometimes giv-ing things a slight push himself – being broken up with rather than being the one to do the breaking.
The day had barely begun and he could already taste that perishable commodity he
Comments (0)