A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

the same to mother, and she said she trusted I
should never live a duet."
"Doesn't Mrs. Honeychurch like music?"
"She doesn't mind it. But she doesn't like one
to get excited over anything; she thinks I am
silly about it. She thinks--I can't make out.
Once, you know, I said that I liked my own
playing better than any one's. She has never
got over it. Of course, I didn't mean that I
played well; I only meant--"
"Of course," said he, wondering why she
bothered to explain.
"Music--" said Lucy, as if attempting some
generality. She could not complete it, and
looked out absently upon Italy in the wet. The
whole life of the South was disorganized, and
the most graceful nation in Europe had turned
into formless lumps of clothes.
The street and the river were dirty yellow, the