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- “Of whom—of what are you thinking?”(20)
- “Nothing...how stupid! But it seems to me it is the reply we make instinctively to such a question. Let me see...“let me see. I was really not conscious of thinking of anything; but perhaps I can re- trace my thoughts.” (20)
- “Oh! never mind...I am not quite so exacting. I will let you off this time. It is really too hot to think, especially to think about thinking.”
- "The sight of the water stretching so far away, those motionless sails against the blue sky, made a delicious picture that I just wanted to sit and look at. The hot wind beating in my face made me think—without any connection that I can trace of a summer day in Kentucky, of a meadow that seemed as big as the ocean to the very little girl walking through the grass, which was higher than her waist. She threw out her arms as if swimming when she walked, beating the tall grass as one strikes out in the water." (20)
- “Likely as not it was Sunday...and I was running away from prayers, from the Presbyterian service, read in a spirit of gloom by my father that chills me yet to think of.” (21)
- “And have you been running away from prayers ever since, ma chere?” (21)
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