"It
was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the
smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep
shadows. (...)
She
was quite composed, as she idly stroked the satiny coat of the cat that lay
curled in her lap; (...)
She knew that he loved her--a
frank, blustering fellow without guile enough to conceal his feelings, and no
desire to do so. (...)
Brantain slowly
arose; so did the girl arise, but quickly, and the newcomer stood between them,
a little amusement and some defiance struggling with the confusion in his face. (...)"
Kate Chopin, The Kiss
Po kilku latach nadal umiem wyrecytować te zdania. W tym samym rytmie. I F. też umie, i K... Czasem robimy to na raz zaśmiewając się do łez. Nawet gdy nie jesteśmy razem, obok tylko widzimy się na ekranie komputera.
