| Author: | Ronald Firbank | ISBN: | 1230000157597 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing | Publication: | August 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ronald Firbank |
| ISBN: | 1230000157597 |
| Publisher: | WDS Publishing |
| Publication: | August 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Looking gloriously bored, Miss Miami Mouth gaped up into the boughs of a
giant silk-cotton tree. In the lethargic noontide nothing stirred: all
was so still, indeed, that the sound of someone snoring was clearly
audible among the cane-fields far away.
"After dose yams an' pods an' de white falernum, I dats way sleepy too,"
she murmured, fixing heavy somnolent eyes upon the prospect that lay
before her.
Through the sun-tinged greenery shone the sea, like a floor of silver
glass strewn with white sails.
Somewhere out there, fishing, must be her boy, Bamboo!
And, inconsequently, her thoughts wandered from the numerous
shark-casualties of late to the mundane proclivities of her mother; for
to quit the little village of Mediavilla for the capital was that dame's
fixed obsession.
Leave Mediavilla, leave Bamboo! The young negress fetched a sigh.
In what, she reflected, way would the family gain by _entering society_,
and how did one enter it, at all? There would be a gathering, doubtless,
of the elect (probably armed), since the best society is exclusive, and
difficult to enter. And then? Did one burrow? Or charge? She had
sometimes heard it said that people "pushed"... and closing her eyes,
Miss Miami Mouth sought to picture her parents, assisted by her small
sister, Edna, and her brother, Charlie, forcing their way, perspiring,
but triumphant, into the highest social circles of the city of Cuna-Cuna.
Looking gloriously bored, Miss Miami Mouth gaped up into the boughs of a
giant silk-cotton tree. In the lethargic noontide nothing stirred: all
was so still, indeed, that the sound of someone snoring was clearly
audible among the cane-fields far away.
"After dose yams an' pods an' de white falernum, I dats way sleepy too,"
she murmured, fixing heavy somnolent eyes upon the prospect that lay
before her.
Through the sun-tinged greenery shone the sea, like a floor of silver
glass strewn with white sails.
Somewhere out there, fishing, must be her boy, Bamboo!
And, inconsequently, her thoughts wandered from the numerous
shark-casualties of late to the mundane proclivities of her mother; for
to quit the little village of Mediavilla for the capital was that dame's
fixed obsession.
Leave Mediavilla, leave Bamboo! The young negress fetched a sigh.
In what, she reflected, way would the family gain by _entering society_,
and how did one enter it, at all? There would be a gathering, doubtless,
of the elect (probably armed), since the best society is exclusive, and
difficult to enter. And then? Did one burrow? Or charge? She had
sometimes heard it said that people "pushed"... and closing her eyes,
Miss Miami Mouth sought to picture her parents, assisted by her small
sister, Edna, and her brother, Charlie, forcing their way, perspiring,
but triumphant, into the highest social circles of the city of Cuna-Cuna.
