Ada, de Gertrude Stein

Ada
Gertrude Stein


Barnes Colhard did not say he would not do it but
he did not do it. He did it and then he did not do it,
he did not ever think about it. He just thought some
time he might do something.
His father Mr. Abram Colhard spoke about it to
every one and very many of them spoke to Barnes
Colhard about it and he always listened to them.

Then Barnes fell in love with a very nice girl and
she would not marry him. He cried then, his father Mr.
Abram Colhard comforted him and they took a trip and
Barnes promised he would do what his father wanted
him to be doing. He did not do the thing, he thought
he would do another thing, he did not do the other thing,
his father Mr. Colhard did not want him to do the other
thing. He really did not do anything then. When he
was a good deal older he married a very rich girl. He
had thought perhaps he would not propose to her but
his sister wrote to him that it would be a good thing.
He married the rich girl and she thought he was the most
wonderful man and one who knew everything. Barnes
never spent more than the income of the fortune he and
his wife had then, that is to say they did not spend more
than the income and this was a surprise to very many
who knew about him and about his marrying the girl who
had such a large fortune. He had a happy life while he
was living and after he was dead his wife and children
remembered him.

He had a sister who also was successful enough in
being one being living. His sister was one who came to
be happier than most people come to be in living. She
came to be a completely happy one. She was twice as
old as her brother. She had been a very good daughter
to her mother. She and her mother had always told very
pretty stories to each other. Many old men loved to hear
her tell these stories to her mother. Every one who ever
knew her mother liked her mother. Many were sorry
later that not every one liked the daughter. Many did
like the daughter but not every one as every one had
liked the mother. The daughter was charming inside in
her, it did not show outside in her to every one, it cer
tainly did to some. She did sometimes think her mother
would be pleased with a story that did not please her
mother, when her mother later was sicker the daughter
knew that there were some stories she could tell her
that would not please her mother. Her mother died
and really mostly altogether the mother and the daughter
had told each other stories very happily together.

The daughter then kept house for her father and
took care of her brother. There were many relations who
lived with them. The daughter did not like them to live
with them and she did not like them to die with them.
The daughter, Ada they had called her after her grand
mother who had delightful ways of smelling flowers and
eating dates and sugar, did not like it at all then as she
did not like so much dying and she did not like any of
the living she was doing then. Every now and then some
old gentlemen told delightful stories to her. Mostly then
there were not nice stories told by any one then in her
living. She told her father Mr. Abram Colhard that she
did not like it at all being one being living then. He
never said anything. She was afraid then, she was one
needing charming stories and happy telling of them and
not having that thing she was always trembling. Then
every one who could live with them were dead and there
were then the father and the son a young man then and
the daughter coming to be that one then. Her grand
father had left some money to them each one of them.
Ada said she was going to use it to go away from them.
The father said nothing then, then he said something and
she said nothing then, then they both said nothing and
then it was that she went away from them. The father
was quite tender then, she was his daughter then. He
wrote her tender letters then, she wrote him tender letters
then, she never went back to live with him. He wanted
her to come and she wrote him tender letters then. He
liked the tender letters she wrote to him. He wanted her
to live with him. She answered him by writing tender
letters to him and telling very nice stories indeed in them.
He wrote nothing and then he wrote again and there was
some waiting and then he wrote tender letters again and
again.

She came to be happier than anybody else who was
living then. It is easy to believe this thing. She was
telling some one, who was loving every story that was
charming. Some one who was living was almost always
listening. Some one who was loving was almost always
listening. That one who was loving was almost always
listening. That one who was loving was telling about
being one then listening. That one being loving was
then telling stories having a beginning and a middle and
an ending. That one was then one always completely
listening. Ada was then one and all her living then one
completely telling stories that were charming, completely
listening to stories having a beginning and a middle and
an ending. Trembling was all living, living was all loving,
some one was then the other one. Certainly this one
was loving this Ada then. And certainly Ada all her
living then was happier in living than any one else who
ever could, who was, who is, who ever will be living.

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