Matisse Picasso and Gertrude Stein / With Two Shorter Stories

by Gertrude Stein

This was not the only way to say that there had come to be three ways of offering what was being given. One was a perfect way, that did not have any protection, that had what it had when a covering was fitting, that kept some in. Everybody was not anxious to laugh. It was not too perilous. There was a way which was a way and a solid piece came off and nothing was happening. Nobody was glad. Everybody was looking. It helped some. It was not autocratic. It was not a mystery. There was a way which was a third way and anybody could refuse to exclaim. It was not prohibitive. It was concubining. It was sweetly beginning. It had a pretty reflection. It was angust. It held the rest. It was not particular. It was chased. It was pelucid. It was clearly automatic. It held the blessing.

That was not the only way the way the sinking came to relieve the place that was there. They were not authoratative. They had the practice. It was not the rest of all that way. To be lightly dusting is to have the coal full of iron and this does not keep all of a little stove together. It can be seen.

Like the arrangement of the place where the pears are not brighter the time has not come when the last piece has been seen. It is not investigated because there having been the parlor there has come to be the place there where any one could stay together. They are not visiting. That is to say part of the time they are away. It is not passed when the whole of it is there. They are included. They do not destroy the whole of it without selling. They have sold some. They are there.

If they were the best and they had been accustomed to moving they would have been there when they did not move away. They had that condition. It was not undermining.

They did not see the same when they were not lame and they never were lame and they sent away some of the children. They did not mean that the other place was not farther. They did think that they saw which was not too much wetter. They liked a piece of the middle of the morning. They did not stop often in the afternoon. They did not use any evening. They were not alone. They went away. They did not forget the pieces of furniture.

The labor of losing what there was not any soporific in adopting was not agonising. There had not come to be division. There was that article. They saw that away. It was not a comfort. They had that to keep the place away. They were not blameworthy. They had the old season.

They did not anticipate lightly. They had the medium which was the medium of having gone to see something where it was raining. They did not tell the same then when they had that energy. They were not progressive.

A dark day is a day when the light is away and the light has been lit and the fire has not gone away and the day that has been a dark day is a day when the flowers are gay and the color that is there is staying there. That is a dark day.

Coming away is not staying away. That is not the way that he who came away and lived there where he came away would come away when he came to go away. He liked something. He said that that was not too much of a home. He said that that was not the only meaning there is in telling what he was telling. He was not denying something. He had that tender expression. He accepted the hospitality that entailed eating what was cooking and he ate what was cooking when he was walking. He did not disturb the reason. He was not irregular.

The precious piece that had the hand that was not too nicely finished was the thing he kept when he saw where it was. It was not very likely that he remembered that it had been had. It was not certain that he was not remembering borrowing something. He was not likely to say that he had seen it most. He was certainly sure to have it then. He spoke of it.