Diane Romanello Sunset Beach

Diane Romanello Sunset BeachGustav Klimt The Virgins (Le Vergini)Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman
calling it the Combination Harvester,’ he said. Bill Door felt very old. In fact he was very old. But he’d never felt it as much as this. Somewhere in the shadow of his soul he felt he knew, without the blacksmith explaining, what it was that the Combination Harvester was supposed to do.
OH.?’
WHAT WILL IT THINK OF IT? WILL IT KNOW?
Simnel wrinkled his nose.’Know? Know? It won’t know anything. Corn’s corn.’
AND SIXPENCE IS SIXPENCE.
‘Exactly.’ Simnel hesitated.’What was it you were wanting?’
The tall figure ran a disconsolate finger over the oily mechanism.
‘Mr Door?’‘We’re going to give it a trial run this afternoon up in old Peedbury’s big field. It looks very promising, I must say. What you’re looking at now, Mr Door, is the future.’YES.\Bill Door ran his hand over the framework.AND THE HARVEST ITSELF?‘Hmm? What about it