How much better is silence; the coffee-cup, the table.; How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake.; Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.; Do not come and worry me with your hints that it is time to shut the shop and be gone.; I would willingly give all my money that you should not disturb me but will let me sit on and on, silent, alone.; 'But now the head waiter, who has finished his own meal, appears and frowns; he takes his muffler from his pocket and ostentatiously makes ready to go.; They must go; must put up the shutters, most fold the table-cloths, and give one brush with a wet mop under the tables.; Daha fazla göster