Флейта Аарона

Here Aaron withdrew into his room. His mind and soul were in a whirl. He sat down in his chair, and did not move again for a great while. When he did move, he took his flute and played he knew not what. But strange, strange his soul passed into his instrument. Or passed half into his instrument. There was a big residue left, to go bitter, or to ferment into gold old wine of wisdom.

... Он хотел пополнеть. [...] Впрочем, на самом деле, он был худ только в собственном представлении.

"Не знаю почему я сама не вышла замуж, я терпеть не могу сама зарабатывать"