Johnyxxx
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Hi,
I would like to ask if other things began to fall into a sort of pattern means other things began to make a sense in a way.
“It’s a relief to know that you understand about it now,” he said. “I think I can rest to advantage. But we must have another talk this afternoon. There is something else I think I had best tell you.”
“Sure,” I answered and left him lying there. His eyes were closed even before I got to the door. He looked old and weak.
I went down the stairs heavily and quickly. I wanted time to think, to arrange the chaos of impressions in my mind into some coherence. The cold air outside felt good on my face. I walked up and down in the grass in front of the house and tried to reason things out. The more I thought about that apparatus of Julian’s, the more sure I was that it was beyond my understanding. But other things began to fall into a sort of pattern. After a time I went to look for Anne.
Edge of Running Water by William Sloane, 1939.
Thanks a lot.
I would like to ask if other things began to fall into a sort of pattern means other things began to make a sense in a way.
“It’s a relief to know that you understand about it now,” he said. “I think I can rest to advantage. But we must have another talk this afternoon. There is something else I think I had best tell you.”
“Sure,” I answered and left him lying there. His eyes were closed even before I got to the door. He looked old and weak.
I went down the stairs heavily and quickly. I wanted time to think, to arrange the chaos of impressions in my mind into some coherence. The cold air outside felt good on my face. I walked up and down in the grass in front of the house and tried to reason things out. The more I thought about that apparatus of Julian’s, the more sure I was that it was beyond my understanding. But other things began to fall into a sort of pattern. After a time I went to look for Anne.
Edge of Running Water by William Sloane, 1939.
Thanks a lot.