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Cezanne bill fish and boys on the boat

I wrote a letter to Miss Ruby last night and had fun writing, not the trudgy writing I've been stuck in lately. I want that Miss Ruby letter lightness in the conclusions. Anyway I'm having the computer read the whole essay chapter back to me. I've read up to Baroni so far at Starbuck's yesterday. I'm able to take the pencil and take out whole sentences now and read for logical exposition, cough cough. I can't believe I used that term in a sentence. Must be something I read and actually understood. So now I'm reading A Moveable Feast. Look at this:

P.13: If I walked down by different streets to the Jardin du Luxembourg in the afternoon I could walk through the gardens and then go to the Musee du Luxembourg where the great paintings were that now have mostly been transferred to the Louvre and the Jeu de Paume. I went there nearly every day for the Cezannes and to see the Manets and the Monets and the other Impressionists that I had first come to know about in the Art Institute at Chicago. I was learning something from the painting of Cezanne that made writing simple true sentences far from enough to make the stories have the dimensions that I was trying to put in them. I was learning very much from him but I was not articulate enough to explain it to anyone. Besides it was a secret. But if the light was gone in the Luxembourg I would walk up through the gardens and stop at the studio apartment where Gertrude Stein lived at 27 rue de Fleures.
Then there is a description that takes you right into Gertrude Stein's and Alice's place. Wow. I remember when Miss Ruby and I were there and I was never lost because I've read so much about Gertrude and Marcel and the avant garde and it was just like home as a place to be an artist that was at the same time overrun by tourists. I loved it. And so did Miss Ruby. It was great to be there with Robert the sculptor and his Brazilians.

Now I can see Cezanne strokes in the pages I read of Islands in the Stream which is a late work. The way the sentences build the landscape and the bathers bathe in light and natural geometry. The structure emerges and surges from the strokes of bright sunlight flashing on fish scales with death under the surface.

Don't you love the part about it being a secret?
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