| After they become drunk, there is the pleasurable... 531 |
[Feb. 12th, 2010|02:48 am] |
After they become drunk, there is the pleasurable sadness of late spring evenings, the cognition of all hope and longing arrayed against the casual ugly attrition of time
God, look at these people, Hearn says, talk of your animal existences
What do you expect, his friend says, they're the by-product of an acquisitive society, refuse, that's all, the fester in Spengler's world-city
Jansen, you're a phony, what do you know about an acquisitive society, there's things I could tell you, it's different, you're a phony, that's all
So are you, we're all phoniesThe thing is to get out and join the movement
What's the matter, Hearn asks, you going political on me?
I'm not political, that's bullshit, everything's bullshitHe waves his arm sweepingly
Hearn, cupping his chin in his handYou know when nothing else is left I'm going to become a fairy, not a goddam little nance, you understand, but a nice upright pillar of the community, live on green lawnsNever a dull moment, man or woman, it's all the same to |
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