Gertrude Stein





Chapter IX
from How Could They Marry Her

            Boiling.
	    Ardent fishes.
	    I do wish I were unprincipled.
	    Boiling.
	    Ardent wishes.
	    I do wish I was left out. I do wish I was bewildered. I do wish I was told that I was a 
bookworm. Really I do. I wish I was likely to be left in it by that one. I wish I were peaceful. 
I have plenty of plans.
	    I have decided that I would rather he didn't. 
	    Serbia.
	    What is it.
	    Why is it not annoying.
	    It is not annoying because arrangements have been made.
	    Serbia.
	    Why isn't it annoying.
	    Why is it not annoying.
	    It is not annoying because arrangements have been made.
	    Eleven. Eleven chapters.
	    I wonder why I listen.
	    I listen because I can see the handles which make doors creak.
	    What is a Spanish bed.
	    Go on.
	    Their plans were these. They intended to install a hospital. Everybody knows about that. 
They intended not to leave it out. They were resolute. They were determined and principled and 
they were not aggressive nor were they boisterous. They were ready for an exchange between 
them and between those. They were ready for the purpose of devoting themselves to that country. 
After that they exchanged other ways. They sent word. They were wise and silent.
	    It is really astonishing that I don't care.
	    Easy going like a dying lady.
	    Is it a complex and fascinating form of art. I finished one and I made another.
	    Did I say.
	    I came again explaining.
	    Why do you wear hats.
	    It's a word I use.
	    Seeing her make passion plain.
	    I hope to reach hers.