Part Two-1
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PERHAPS we should not be sittiending the vats and washing the buildings and carrying the moo the vault once a week, like everybody else. Perhaps we should be doing something else entirely, with our lives. God knows what. We do what we do without thinking. Oends the vats and washes the buildings and carries the moo the vault and ops for a moment to sider that the whole process may be despicable. Someoanding somewhere despising us. I springs of Dax, a gouty thihinking, father five them. It was worse before. That is something that safely be said. It was worse before we found Snow White wandering in the forest. Before we found Snow White wandering in the forest we lived lives stuffed with equanimity. There was equanimity for all. We washed the buildings, tehe vats, wended our way to the ty cathouse once a week (heigh-ho). Like everybody else. We were simple beois. We knew what to do. When we found Snow White wandering in the forest, hungry and distraught, we said: "Would you like something to eat?" Now we do not know what to do. Snow White has added a dimension of fusion and misery to our lives. Whereas once we were simple beo<cite>藏书网</cite>is who knew what to do, now we are plex beois who are at a loss. We do not like this plexity. We circle it wearily, prodding it from time to time with a shopkeepers forefinger: What is it? Is it, perhaps, bad for business? Equanimity has leaked away. There was a moment, however, when equanimity was not the chief sideration. That moment in which we looked at Snow White and uood for the first time that we were fond of her. That was a moment.Rea to the hair: Two older men standing there observed Snow Whites hair black as ebony tumbling from the window. "Seems like some hair in outa that winda藏书网 there," one said. "Yes it looks like hair to me," his panion replied. "Seems like there oughta be somethin to be done about it." "Yes, seems like it oughta be punished with a kiss or something." "Well were too old for all that. You need a Paul or Paul-figure for that sort of activity. Probably Paul is even now standing in the wings, girding his pants for his entrance. So I guess Ill go along to the hiring hall, where I hear there might be some work." "Ill go along with you," the other man said, "because even though I aint a A.B., I am a B.A., and maybe in the dimhe ohing will be taken for the other, and we ship out together." "I hate to go away and leave all that hair hanging there ued as it were," the first man said, "but we have a duty to our families, and to the trys mert fleet, some vessels of which are now languishing at their berths doubtless, doier 27 and Pier 32, for the lack o the likes of us. So farewell, hair! Fare thee well, and if forever, still forever, fare thee well!"
Rea to the hair: Fred the rod-roll bandleader addressed his men. "Men, something happeo me t<tt>?9９ｌｉｂ.t>oday on Mo Street. I saw a wall of hair black as ebony falling from a high window. A girl, a look. . . Men, everything is ged. I am ged. I am no lohe Fred of former times. And I say that things must be different with you, too, because you are my men, and I am your leader. Now it is quite clear to me that you men wish to play the buffalo music of your forefathers rather than the rod-roll atented, amplified, advertised and been paid for. Now I want to say right now, that thats all right with me, the buffalo music I mean. From this day forward, until the end of time, it will be nothing but buffalo musi all the dromes of the world. I dont care a rap, thats how all right it is with me, this freedom that I freely grant you, that ray hides have been hankering for. Now that, with a look, this mysterious dark beauty has ged my life, whieeded to be ged, we are, in a strange way, opeo ourselves, and to buffalo musitil the red slag of the nooisphere desds to cover everything with the salty finality of love. So go forth now with your amplifiers and all, and revise your lives upward, as I have revised mine. Put the question mercilessly: Where have the buffalo gone?<s>９9lｉb.</s>" Freds men exged silent looks. "Its always like this," the looks said, "in the spring. Its always this way, when the green es again. Our leader suffers a spiritual regeion, from a bad man into a good man. Its always some girl, who looks at him, at which he falls into her power absolutely. We are tired of having for a leader one who is nothing else than a damned fool. Lets go down to the union hall, now, and write out the specifications frievance against him, under Se Four, the grievance se, of our union stitution. And we think of other things, too, to add to the list of charges. That will be amusing, writing out the charges."
Rea to the hair: "Well, that is certainly a lot of hair hanging there," Bill reflected. "And it seems to be hanging from our windows too. I mean, those windows where the hair is hanging are in our house, surely? Now who amongst us has that much hair, black as ebony? I am only pretending to ask myself this question. The distasteful answer is already known to me, as is the significe of this act, this hanging, as well as the sexual meaning of hair itself, on which Wurst has written. I dohat he has written on the hair, but rather about it, from prehistory to the present time. There be only one answer. It is Snow White. It is Snow White who has taken this step, the meaning of which is clear to all of us. All seven of u.９9ｌib.s know what this means. It means that she is nothing else but a goddamn degee! is one way of looking at it, at this plex and difficult question. It means that the not-with is experienced as more pressing, more real, than the being-with. It means she seeks a new lover. Quelle tragédie! But the essential loneliness of the person must also be sidered. Each of us is like a tiny single hair, hurled into the world among billions and billions of other hairs, of various colors ahs. And if God does , then we are in even graver shape than we had supposed. In that case, each of us is like a tiny little mote of pointlessness, whirling in the midst of a dreadful free eveer pointlessness, uhere is intelligent life on other plas, that is to say, life even more intelligent than us, life that has thought up some point for this great enterprise, life. That is possible. That is something we do not know, thank God. But in the meantime, here is the hair, with its multiple meanings. What am I to do about it?"
Rea to the hair (flashback): Paul sat in his baff, uhe falling water. More hot water fell into the baff. "I would retract the green sea, and the brown fish in it, and I would especially retract that long black hair hanging from that window, that I saw today on my way here, from the Unemployment Office. It has made me terribly nervous, that hair. It was beautiful, I admit it. Long black hair of such texture, fineness, is not easily e by. Hair black as ebony! Yet it has made me terribly nervous. Teeth. . . piano lessons. . ."
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