Amo salir en ltimo septiembre entre las zarzamoras gordas, demasiado maduras, heladas, negras para comer las zarzamoras para el desayuno, los tallos muy espinosos, una pena que ganan para saber el arte negro de la zarzamora-fabricacio'n; y como estoy parado entre ellos que levantan los tallos a mi boca, las bayas ms maduras caen casi unbidden a mi lengeta, como lo hacen las palabras a veces, ciertas palabras peculiares como las fuerzas o squinched, mucho-indicados con letras, uno-silabeados los terrones, que exprimo, squinch abierto, y derroche bien en la lengua silenciosa, asustada, helada, negra de la zarzamora -- comiendo en ltimo septiembre.
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