There is no wonder to me that we kiss, for when mouth comes to mouth, in all its stillness, breath joins breath, and taste joins taste, warmth is enwarmed, and tongues commune in a soundless language, and those things are said that cannot find a shape, have a name, or know a life in the pitiful faults of speech. And its portals are firm, yet soft, with a warmth, of a ripeness, unlike the rest of the face, rosy, and in women with a crinkling of red tenderness, to the taste not in compare with the wild strawberry, yet if the taste of kisses went, and strawberries came the year round, half of joy would be gone from the world. It is temple of the voice, keeper of breath and its giving out, treasurer of tastes and succulences, and home of the noble tongue. There is nothing to be done with the ear, so back we come to the mouth, and we kiss with the mouth because it is part of the head and of the organs of taste and smell. Winner of the National Book Award in 1940 and the basis for the Academy Award Best Picture film of the same name, How Green Was My Valley is full of. With the eyes we can do nothing, for if we come too near, they go crossed and everything comes twice to the sight without good from one or other. To rub a nose like the blacks, that we think is so silly, is better, but there is nothing good to the taste about the nose, only a piece of old bone pushing out of the face, and a nuisance in winter, but a friend before meals and in a garden, indeed.

The hand is too hard and too used to doing all things, with too little feeling and too far from the organs of taste and smell, and far from the brain, and the length of an arm from the heart. Yet a shaking of hands is not enough to give a vent to all kinds of feeling. It is strange because it mixes silliness with tragedy, and yet not strange because there is good reason for it. 1 2011 by Richard Llewellyn (Author) 1,354 ratings Book 1 of 1: How Green Was My Valley See all formats and editions Kindle Edition 10.99 Read with Our Free App Audiobook 0.00 Free with your Audible trial Hardcover 123.74 5 Used from 62.18 2 New from 123.74 Paperback from 20. “There is strange, and yet not strange, is the kiss.

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