Youth and the Bright Medusa

hour in the morning; then she locked her door, went humming down the hall, and left him in peace. He heard her getting her coffee ready at about the same time he got his. Earlier st

. He forgot there was anything of importance going on in the world outside of his third floor studio. Nobody had ever taught him that he ought to be interested in other people; in the Pittsburgh s

him into a glow with a heavy towel. Before the door, lying in wait for him, as it were, stood a tall figure in a flowin

ur dog in the tub. I never heard of such a thing! I’ve found his hair in the tub

ng with beauty and anger. He stood blinking, holding on to his sponge and dog-s

I always wash the tub, — and, anyh

scream at him like a band of outraged nymphs. Something flashed through his mind about a man who wa

scarlet under the bluish stubble of his muscu

folds of her voluminous blue robe close about her and allowed the wretched man to pass. Even Caesar was fright

shed it with Caesar’s sponge, it was quite possible that a few bristles remained; the dog was shedding now. The playwright had never objected, nor had the jovial illust

caparisoned for the bath before. As soon as he beheld her standing there, he realized the unfitness of it. For that matter, she o

that he had been so vanquished by her disdain. When he heard her locking her door to go out

in grand words that he used upon occasion — “but i

nto her handbag. “I’ll have it moved when I can get a man to d

, which the postman left on the table in the