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| Giacomo Balla, The Speed of a Motorcycle |
TRAVELLING IN FAST COMPANY
As the ferry came into the slip there was a pause then a young fellow on a motorcycle shot out of the exit, looked right and left, sighted the hill, opened her up and took the grade at top speed. Right behind him came three others bunched and roaring by, and behind them was a youngster travelling in fast company his eyes fastened on the others, and behind him an older guy sitting firm and with a face on him like a piece of wood ripped by without a quiver. And that brings it all up——Shakespeare——plays.
. . . Its hands stuck up in the air like prongs. Just sticking up in the air, fingers spread apart.
Goethe was a rotten
dramatist . . .(W.C.W.)
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