Excerpt from Madonna of the CelloShe sat winded, her eyes watered, and her blouse Filled and eased after the long climb from Grasse. Her tears had touched off half-laughing hiccups Which she quieted with deep painful gasps.Snail tracks led past her nose to bright poised shells Moved by how far we'd come from our first troubles. I thought: I am not beauty's champion.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.