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ROME. ANOTHER DEFEAT. PAULHANDS OVER THE GREEN-AND-GOLD
ARMBAND. THE ITALIAN POSTAL
SERVICE ABIDES NERS IN
ITS RANKS.
WELL Paul is bad he has decided to stop fleeing his destiny and he has given himself up at the Nevada monastery and drawn his robes from the supply room and now he is home on leave in his robes. Paul came to the party in his robes. He wasnt allowed to eat or drink anything, or say anything. That was the Rule. We went to the howling party sitting primly along the side of the room in a row, the seven of us and Snow White. Our social intercourse for the quarter. We discussed the bat theory of child-raising with the mothers there meanwhile paying attention to a vat of rum uhe harpsichord. Edward didnt want to discuss the bat theory of child-raising (delicate memories) so he discussed Harald Bluetooth, king of Sdinavia during a certain period, the Blue-tooth period. But the mothers wao talk. "Spare the bat and the child rots," said the mothers. "Rots inside." "But how do you know when to employ it? The magient?" "We have a book which tells us such things," the mothers said. "We look it up in the book. On page 331 begins a twelve-page discussion of batting the baby. A well-worn page." We got away from those mothers as fast as we could. There were a lot of other people talking there, political talk and other kinds of talk. A certain pt for <dfn></dfn>the institutions of society was exhibited. Clem thrust his arm into the bag of sciousness-expanding drugs. His sciousness expanded. He trated his sciousness upon a thumbtip. "Is this the upper extent of knowing, this dermis that I perceive here?" Then he became melancholy, melancholy as a gib cat, melancholy as a jugged hare. "The tent of the giraffe is giraffe meat. Giraffes have high blood pressure because the blood must plod to the brain up te of neck." There were more perceptions and blague. Edgar and Charles wanted some too. But they were not allowed to have any. All they were allowed to do was hold Pauls robes, when he walked around. "Take me home," Snow White said. "Take me home instantly. If there is anything worse than being home, it is being out."
"YOU shouldnt drop yarbage out of windows Hogo," Jane said. I uood what she was saying. But Hogo is a cruel parody of ultimate . His garbage falls on Northerners and Southerners aerners alike. "I had a dream," Jane said. "In the dream we were drinking a yellow wihen the winemaker came in. He said the wine was made of old copies of the National Geographic. I had thought it tasted musty. Then he said no, that was just a joke. The wine was really made of grapes, like every wine. But these were grapes to which the sun had not been kind, he said. They had shriveled for lack of the suns love. That was why the wine was like that. Thealked about lovers and husbands. He said the lover eats his meat with his eyes not on the meat but on the eyes of the beloved. The husband watches the meat. The husband knows that the meat will fly away if not watched. The winemaker thought this was really a funny story. He laughed and laughed." Hogo got ready to say something despicable. But it was too late. "Thats pretty careless," Hubert said, and we all agreed that if you were going to have a girl tied to a bed, then at least the knots should be secure. I had already gotten the flashlight from its plader the sink, and was w on the brilliant yellow and scarlet and blue bandages. We had hoped to slip into the hospital without being challenged, but the doctnized us right away.
HENRY had unlocked the locks on the bar and we were all drinking. It was time for a situatio, we felt. "She still sits there in the window, dangling down her long black hair black as ebony. The crowds have thinned somewhat. Our letters have beeurned unopehe shower-curtain initiative has not produotable results. She is, I would say, aware of it, but has not reacted either positively atively. We have asked an expert in to assess it as to timbre, pitch, mood and key. He should be here tomorrow. To make sure we have got the right sort of shower curtain. We have returhe red towels to Bloomingdales." At this point everybody looked at Dan, who vomited. "Bills yellow crepe-paper pajamas have been taken away from him and burned. He ruihat night for all of us, you know that." At this point everybody looked at Bill, who was absent. He was tending the vats. "Bills new brown monkscloth pajamas, made for him by Paul, should be here month. The grade of pork ears we are using in the Baby Ding Sam Dew is not capable of meeting U.S. Govt. standards, or indeed, any standards. Our man in Hong Kong assures us however that the shipment will be superior. Sales nationwide are brisk, brisk, brisk. Texas Instruments is down four points. trol Data is up four points. The pound is weakening. The cow is calving. The cactus wants watering. The new building is abuilding with leases c 45 pert of the rentable space already in hand. The weather tomorrow, fair and warmer."
"HELLO? Is this Hogo de Bergerac?" "Yes this is Hogo de Bergerac." "Well this is the Internal Revenue Service, Baltimore Office, Broat. We have your letter here in which you offer to inform on Bill, Kevin, Edward, Hubert, Henry, Clem and Dan for 17 pert of the monies collected. We deeply appreciate yetting in touch with us but I must tell you that we pay o pert." "Eight pert?" "Yes Im sorry I know thats low as these <bdi></bdi>things go around the world and in previous years aid more, but its standard now and if we paid you 17 pert all the other informers would demand the same. You imagine." "Eight pert!" "Yes, well, but of course theres patriotism involved too isnt there." "Eight pert! Thats damned little for doing such a vile and dishonorable thing, damned little." "Yes I know but what is the nature of your information? Youre aware of course that its not enough just to allege. You have to be able to provide supportive evidence or at least suffit material to lead to a strong case and ultimately vi and/or colle." "Eight pert!" "I might also point out that it is your duty as an Ameri citizen to e forward with this information if you have it." "Eight pert, eight pert." "Did you hear me? I said it was your duty as an Ameri --" "I am not an Ameri citizen. I am under Panamaniary. So just fet my duty as an Ameri citize pert. No, I dont think Im talking to you any more. There would be some pleasure in doing the thing just for the pure vileness of it, but there is more pleasure in spitting on yht pert. Goodbye, Baltimore. Eight pert. Goodnight, Baltimore, and bad cess to you."
STANDING iten bathroom, we regarded the new shower curtain. It had two colors, a red and a yellow. The red the red of red cabbage, the yellow the yellow of yellow beans. It had two figures, a kind of schematic peahen, a kind of schematic vase. These repeated, in the manner of aper. There were eight of us standing there iten bathroom, including the visitor. The visitor who had said that it was the best-looking shower curtain in town. Ho ho. That was a chiller. We had known that it was adequate. We had known that it was nice. We had even known that it was "splendid" more or less. That was the idea, that it be "splendid." But we had not known that it was the best-looking shower curtain in town. That we had not known. We looked at the shower curtain with new eyes, or rather, saw it in a new light, the light of the esthetis remark. The visitor was aheti, a professor of esthetics. Even those of us by no means a minority who sidered esthetics the least ballsy of the several areas of inquiry subsumed uhe term, philosophical thought, were affected by the esthetis remark. First because it had as subjeething that was ours, there iten bathroom, on little silver rings, and sed because the speaker rofessor of esthetics, even if there is nothing in it, esthetics, as is likely. As we stood there shoulder to shoulder iten bathroom, the eight of us, a sort of hunger arose, to know if it was true, what he had said. Felt I daresay by all of us, including the estheti. He must be curious sometimes to know if it is true, what he is saying. We swayed, momentarily, there iten bathroom, in the grip of the hunger. A thousand problems flashed through our mind. How could we determine if it was true, what he had said? Our city, the arena of the proposition, is not large but oher hand not small, in excess of a huhousand souls swelter here awaiting the Last Day and Gods mercy. A sus of shower curtains ossible but to duct it we would be forced to he vats and that is something we have sworn o do, he vats. And to duct it we would be forced to leave the buildings unwashed, and that is something else we have sworn o do, leave the buildings unwashed. And granting we mao gain access to the rotten bathrooms of all huhousand souls who swelter here, by what standards were the huhousand shower curtains hanging there, on little silver rings, to be assessed? A shower-curtain scale could be structed with the aid of the professor of esthetics, or with the aid of shower-curtain critics recruited from the curtaining journals, if there are such critid such journals, I do not doubt it. But even with these preliminary aplishments, empa of shower-curtain critics, from far and near, sus of shower-curtain-hanging homes, the quarter-finals, the semi-finals, the finals, we would not be out of the woods yet. For woul<tt>.９９lib.t>d the decision, broadcast over all media, published throughout the land, not be taken as diddled, in view of the fact that the Olympiad was staged by us, backers of the no doubt winning shower curtain? There was another solutioru of the estheti, who had made the inal remark. This thought sighed amongst us, seven heads turned as oard the eighth, that of the estheti, sweating in his velvet collar, there iten bathroom. But destru of the estheti, however attractive from a human point of view, would not also ensure destru of his detritus, his remark. The remark would remain in memory, in our memories. We would then be forced to wipe ourselves out also, a step which we would hesitate to take waiting as we are for the Last Day and Gods mercy. And how could we be sure after all that he had not made the same remark to someone else, someo of our circle, some stranger unknown to us? Known to him but unknown to us? And that the remark would not remain unwiped in the brain of this stranger? And how could we be sure that this stranger was not, even as we were standing there, iten bathroom, relaying the remark to some other, even less reputable stranger? And that this sed stranger did not have friends, all of an even filthier repute than himself, to whom he intended babbling the remark, at the first opportunity? And that we might not expect a quorum of undesirables, sitting ihouse square, to be rubbing and smearing this piece of intelligeh their ruin before six p.m. by the cathouse clock, this very day? We trembled, there iten bathroom, thinking these thoughts.
"I ADMIRE you, Hogo. I admire the way you are what you are, rocklike in your immutability. I also admire the way you use these Pontiavertible seats for chairs in your house. But mine is unfortable. Only because I am glued into it with several pounds of epoxy glue. Oh I know I laughed when you brushed it onto my hips on Wednesday, saying it was honey and I was honey-hipped. I laughed then. But I am not laughing now. Now it has hardened, like your heart toward me, Hogo." "It was honey-colored I said. No more than that. It is because I want you near me Jane for some strange reason I dont even uand myself. It must be atavistic. It must be some dark reason of the blood which the sind does not uand. That is the stinking truth, Gods Body but I wish it were not." "Stop it Hogo stop it lest I fet who is the glued party here. Stop it a me some hot water." The ape-fingers of Janes familiars peed the -link-fence walls of Hogos house. Looking through the walls, past the apes, one could see Jane and Hogo, having a talk. "Hogo this house is an architectural masterpie a certain sense." "What sense is that." "In the sehat you get a sense of from these -like-fence walls that is entirely appropriate to your enterprise. I meaerprise of being a bad fellow. And to make the ceiling of General Motors advertising was a brilliant stroke. When one bears in mind that General Motors is Pontiad Pontiac is your middle name." "He was an Indian chief Jane, hero of a famous spiracy, the spiracy that bears his name in fact.&qu.99ｌib?; "I know that Hogo. Every schoolboy knows that, and many schoolgirls too, thanks to the democratization of education in our try. How fitting that your ceiling should be named for a. . ." "I thought it fitting." "What is to bee of us, Hogo. Of you and me." "Nothing is to bee of us Jane. Our being is done. We are what we are. Now it is just a question of rog along with things as they are until we are dead." "You dont paint a very bright picture Hogo." "Its not my picture Jane. I didnt think up this picture that we are fronted with. The inal brushwork was not mine. I absolutely separate myself from this picture. I operate within the frame it is true, but the picture --" "How old are you Hogo." "Thirty-five Jane. A not unpleasant age to be." "You dont mind then. That you are not young." "It has its buggy aspects as what does not?" "You dont mind then that you are sagging in the dire of death." "No, Jane."
HUBERT plains that the electric wastebasket has been overheating. I havent noticed it but thats what Hubert says and Hubert is rarely wrong about things that dont matter. The electric wastebasket is a security item. Papers dropped into it are destroyed instantly. How the electric wastebasket aplishes this is not known. An intimidation followed by a demoralizatiouating i<var></var>n a disiion, one assumes. It is ied. There are not even ashes. It funs with a quiet hum digesting whatever we do not wish to fall into the hands of the enemi. The record of Bills trial when he is tried will go into the electric wastebasket. When we sidered the destru of the estheti we had in mind the electric wastebasket. First dismemberment, then the electric wastebasket. That there are in the world electric wastebaskets is encing. Kevin spoke to Hubert. "There is not enough seriousness in what we do," Kevin said. "Everyone wanders around having his own individual perceptions. These, like balls of different colors and shapes and sizes, roll around on the green billiard table of sciousness. . ." Kevin stopped and began again. "Where is the figure in the carpet? Or is it just. . . carpet?" he asked. "Where is --" "Youre talking a lot of buffalo hump, you know that," Hubert said. Hubert walked away. Kevin stood there. "That enter did not go well. Perhaps I said the wrong thing?" Kevin blushed furiously at the thought that he might have said the wrong thing. Red blushes sat upon his neck. "What could I have doo make it go? What is this gift that others have, that I do not have, that chokes The Other with love, at the very sight of one?" Kevins pre-enter happiness leaked away. He had been happy before the enter, but after it, he was not. "My God but we are fragile."
SNOW WHITE hung her hair again out of the window. It was longer now. It was about four feet long. She had just washed it too with golden Prell. She was experieng a degree of a male domination of the physical world. "Oh if I could just get my hands on the man who dubbed those electrical eale and female! He thought he was so worldly. And if I could just get my hands on the man who called that piece of pipe a nipple! He thought he was so urbane. But that didnt prevent them from making a hash of the buffalo problem youll notice. Where have the buffalo gone? You go for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and hundreds of miles without seeing a single one! And that didnt prevent them from letting the railroads grab all the best land! And that didnt prevent them from letting alienation seep in everywhere and cover everything like a big gray electric blahat doesnt work, after you have pushed the off-on switch to the on position! So dont e around and accuse me of not being serious. Women may not be serious, but at least theyre not a damned fool!" Snow White took her head out of the windoulled in her long black hair which had been dangling down. "No one has e to climb up. That says it all. This time is the wrong time for me. I am in the wrong time. There is something wrong with all those people standing there, gaping and gawking. And with all those who did not e and at least try to climb up. To fill the role. And with the very world itself, for not being able to supply a prince. For not being able to at least be civilized enough to supply the correding to the story."
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