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SNOW WHITE THINKS: THE HOUSE. . . WALLS. . . WHEN HE DOESNT. . .
IM NOT. . . IN THE DARK. . . SHOULDERS
. . . AFRAID. . . THE WATER WAS COLD
. . . WANT TO KNOW. . . EFFORTLESSLY. . .
SNOW WHITE THINKS: WHY AM I. . .
GLASS. . . HUNCHED AGAINST THE
WALL. . . INTELLIGENCE. . . TO RETURN
. . . A WALL. . . INTELLIGENCE. . . TO
RETURN. . . HES COLD. . . MIRROR. . .
"YOU have to learn to spell everything right," Paul told Emily. "That is the first thing I found intolerable, in other tries. Who spell Jeg f?ler mig daarligt tilpas? And all it means is I feel bad, and I already know that. That I feel bad. If it had meant, for example, The jug is folded uhe darling tulips. . ." "I uand," Emily said, but she didnt, because she was an animal. Not human. Her problems are not our problems. Fet her. "I try to be reasonable," Paul said, "civil with the telephone pany, brusque with the bank. That is what they have earhat bank, brusqueness, and they send me all the zinnia seeds in the world and I wont c<samp>?</samp>hange my opinion. But now that I am a part of the Abbey of Theleme, uhe thumb of our fat abbot, I do what I will. That jolly rogue and thi is drunk again, and does not know that I am here, at the catsellers war, earning a penny as a correspo for Cat World. Too bad Snow White is not here with me. It would be good for her, and good for me, and we could crawl behind that pile of used arquebus wads over there and tell each other what we are really like. I already know what I am really like, but I dont know what she is really like. She is probably really like no irl I have ever known -- unlike Joan, uitia, unlike Mary, unlike Amelia. Uhose old girls, with whom I spent parts of my youth, the parts that I left with all those priests, in all those dark boxes, with little curtains and sliding doors, before I threw in with the Thelemites, and began to do what I would. In all siy, I am not sure that I am better now than I was then, in those old days. At least then I did not know what I was doing. Now, I know."
"PAUL is frog. He is frog through and through. I thought he would, at some point, cast off his mottled wettish green-and-brown integument to reappear washed in the hundred glistering hues of priness. But he is pure frog. So. I am disappointed. Either I have overestimated Paul, or I have overestimated history. Iher case I have made a serious error. So. There it is. I have been disappointed, and am, doubtless, to be disappointed further. Total disappoi. Thats it. The red meat on the rug. The frogs legs on the floor."
"I LOVE YOU, Snow White." "I know, Hogo. I know because you have told me a thousand times. I do not doubt you. I am vinced of your siy and warmth. And I must admit that your tall brutality has made its impression ooo. I am not ued by your Prussian presence, or by the ed s you wear looped around your motorcycle doublet, or by your tasteful scars on the left and right cheeks. But this love must not be, because of your blood. You dont have the blood for this love, Hogo. Your blood is not fine enough. Oh I know that in this democratic era questions of blood are a little de trop, a little frowned-upon. People dont like to hear people talking about their blood, or about other peoples blood. But I am not people, Hogo. I am me. I must hold myself in reserve for a prince or prince-figure, someone like Paul. I knoaul has not looked terribly good up to now and in fact I despise him utterly. Yet he has the blood of kings and queens and cardinals in his veins, Hogo. He has the purple blood of exalted station. Whereas you have only plain blood in your veins, Hogo, blood that anybody might have, the delivery boy from the towel service for example. You must admit that they are not the same thing, these two kinds of blood." "But what about love? What about love which, as Stendhal tells us, seizes the senses and overthrows all other siderations in a giddy of irresponsibility?" "You may well say a giddy of irresponsibility, Hogo. That is precisely the state I am not in. I am calm. As calm as a lamp, as calm as the Secretary of State. As calm as yiddy." "Well Snow White your blouments are pretty potent, and I reize that there is a gap there, between my blood and the blood royal. Yet in my blood there is a fever. I offer you this fever. It is as if my blood were full of St. Elmos fire, so hot arical does it feel, inside me. If this fever, this rude but grand passion, in any measure ennobles me in your eyes, or in any other part of you,<dfn></dfn> then perhaps all is not yet lost. For even a bad man set his eyes oars, sometimes. Even a bad man breathe and hope. And it is my hope that, as soon as you fully prehend the strength of this fever in me, you will find it ennobling and me ennobled, and a fit sort suddenly, though I was not before. I know that this is a slim hope." "No Hogo. It does not ennoble you, the fever. I wish it did, but it does not. It is simply a fever, in my view. Tirin and a glass of water. I know that this is onplace, even cruel, advice, but I have no other advice. I myself am so buffeted about by ret events, and s, that if events give me even one more buffet, I will simply explode. Goodnight, Hogo. Take your dark appeal away. Your ingly-wrought dark appeal."
WE were sitting at a sidewalk cafe talking about the old days. The days before. Then the proprietor came. He had a poli with him. A poli wearing a black leather blackjad a book by Rafael Sabatini. "You are too far out on the sidewalk," the poli said. "You must stay behind the potted plants. You must not be more than te from the building line." We moved back behind the building lihen. We could talk about the old days oher side of the potted plants, we decided. We were friendly and aodating, as is our wont. But in moving the table we spilled the drinks. "There will be an additional charge for the staiablecloth," the proprietor said. Then we poured the rest of the drinks over the rest of the tablecloth, until it was all the same color, rose-red. "Show us the stain," we said. "Where is the stain? Show us the stain and we will pay. And while you are looking for it, more drinks." We looked fondly back over the io where we had been. The poli looked back over the inches with us. "I realize it was better there," the poli said. "But the law is the law. That is what is wrong with it, that it is the law. You dont mind if I have just a taste of your stain?" The poli wrung out our table-cover and tossed it off with a flourish of brass. "Thats good stain. And now, if you will excuse me, I intuit a felony, over o Street." The poli flew away to attend to his felony, the proprietor returned with more stain. "Who has wrinkled my tablecover?" We regarded the tablecover, a distressed area it was true. "Someone will pay for the ironing of that." Then we rose up and wrihe entire sidewalk cafe, with our bare hands. It was impossible to tell rong, when we had finished.
JANE gave Snow White a vodka Gibson on the rocks. "Drink this," she said. "It will make you feel better." "I dont feel bad physically," Snow White said. "Emotionally is aory of course." "Go on," Jane said. "Go on drink it." "No I wont drink it now," Snow White said. "Perhaps later. Although something war to drink it at all. Something suggests to me that it is a bad se, this drink you proffer. Something whispers to me that there is something wrong with it." "Well thats possible," Jane replied. "I didnt make the vodka myself you know. I didnt grow the grain myself, and reap it myself, and make the mash myself. I am not a member of the zano Vermouth pany. They dont tell me everything. I didnt harvest the onions. I didnt purify the water that went into these rocks. Im not responsible for everything. All I say is that to the best of my knowledge, this is an ordinary vodka Gibson on the rocks. Just like any other. Further than <u></u>that I will not go." "Oh well then," Snow White said. "It must be all right in that case. It must be all right if it is ordinary. If it is as ordinary as you say. In that case, I shall drink it." "This drink is vaguely exg, like a film by Leopoldo Torre Nilsson," Paul said. "It is a good thing I have taken it away from you, Snow White. It is too exg for you. If you had drunk it, something bad would probably have happeo your stomach. But because I am a man, and because men have strong stomachs for the business of life, and the pleasure of life too, nothing will happen to me. Lucky that I sensed you about to drink it, and sehat it was too exg for you, on my sensing mae in my underground installation, and was able to arrive in time to wrest it from yrasp, just as it was about to touch your lips. Those lips that I have deeply admired, first through the window, and then from my underground installation. Those lips that --" "Look how he has fallen to the ground Jane!" Snow White observed. "And look at all that green foam ing out of his face! And look at those vulsions he is having! Why it resembles nothing else but a death agony, the whole se! I wonder if there was something wrong with that drink after all? Jane? Jane?"
"Ohing you say about him," Fred said, "is that Paul was straight. A straight arrow. And just by looking at him, on those occasions when our paths crossed, at the bus station for instance, or at the dist store, I could tell that Paul had a lot of ginger. He must have had a lot of gio have dug that great hole, outside the house, and to have put all those wires in it, and ected all those dogs to the wires, and all that. That took a lot of meical iy, to my way of thinking, and a lot of teical knowledge too, that shouldnt be uated, when we are making our final assessment of Paul. I might mentiorust that Hogo placed in him, as evidenced by the large sum of money found on him, ed in one of Hogos bank statements, when they ged his clothes, at the funeral parlor. Of course some people say that this was get-out-of-town money Hogo had given him, but I dont believe that. I choose to believe that Hogo placed a great d<var></var>eal of trust in Paul, more trust perhaps than the best judgment would suggest, strictly speaking. But Im talking like a banker now, in a shrill and judicious way, and I dont want to talk like that. sider Amelia, who is sitting here in the front row with a black cloth over her face, waiting to see her late lover tucked away uhe earth, in the box that has been prepared for him. Imagine ones feelings at such a moment. No, it is too difficult. I shall not ask you to imagihem. I only ask that you empathize with this poor woman, who has been deprived, at a stroke of the Lords pen as it were, of a source of ine and warmth and human intercourse, which we all regard so highly, and need so much. I leave that thought to sti your minds. As for myself, I am only Fred, a former bandleader spitted on a passion for Snow White, that girl ihird row there, seated o Jane. She will not eveo me, even though I am in her power. It seems that being in someones power implies no obligation on the part of the one in whose power one is, not even the obligation of sparing one a word now and then, or a yellow half-smile. But that is my business, and not the business we are gathered together here in the sight of God to execute, which is the burning of Paul, and the putting of him into a vase, and the sinking of the vase into the ground, in the box that has been prepared for it. Some people like to be scattered on top, but Paul wao be put uhe ground. That accords with what else we knew about him."
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