Whip her britches into a white foam.
I didn’t want to join, particularly, but felt it, in the last analysis, important.
Not wrong to be critical.
Half-a-scandal away.
Has a trickle-down effect on the brain.
Blushed like a blue dog.
Yes, after the war. I don’t deny it.
You must have studied English.
That’s one way of looking at it.
Wigwag me when you get a moment.
Never got the hang of it.
He’s an excellent pianist.
We remind him at every opportunity.
Throwing our caps in the air.
The beatings were long ago and not irregular.
A truck or horses could have been used.
That’s your opinion.
The son-of-a-bitch.
That’s your opinion.
Elegant way of putting chairs here and there.
I don’t think it’s so damned elegant.
Walks along placidly thinking his own thoughts.
Remembering, leaving, returning, staying.
Look at the parts separately.
Get an exploded view as they call it.
Tea on the lawn then.
The lawn!
Villains from the right, heroes from the left.
When he was again in their company he could not help remembering what he had seen.
A boiled brain and a burnt one.
Millions of birds have accepted.
Darkening the skies above the walkers.
The main thing is to get moving.
Outside bright sunlight on the snow.
I can eat a good meal and look at a street.
You’re safe with me.
Sometimes a picture or two in a museum.
Sometimes.
I don’t mind hotel rooms.
Soldiers, horses, peasants, naked girls.
Playing a guitar.
He plays very well.
Hundreds of people squatting in a great half circle.
Throwing our caps in the air.
The son-of-a-bitch.
Control is the motif.
He made short work of them.
Is that a threat?
A vast barracks in very poor condition.
Carrying off caskets of municipal bonds.
Hers was a pretty fakey number.
Because the world’s peoples are choking.
Dead infants fishermen found in their nets.
Blood Clot Boy, Water Jar Boy, all the heroes of the past.
Stumble at noon as in the twilight.
What they say in town is, he wore elevator shoes.
Wrote things on her in colored chalks.
Her eyes seemed to be scanning the company searching with a furtive yet sincere interest.
Sicker than Pascal himself in the opinion of some.
Drinking vodka from paper cups.
She had a flight of the imagination then.
Even I liked the faint memory.
Courting disaster.
What stories is she telling herself?
Said he had a board in his chest.
Dr. Margaux corrected what Dr. Elias could not.
Sometimes with music and sometimes with conversation.
The cello leaning against the wall.
Have some.
What is it?
Potato.
Thank you.
Handed him a yellow towel which he stuffed into his trousers.
I applied for more time spreading the documents out before them.
A thing he had done for the love of me.
Will you let him see it?
Hours in this position thinking I would suppose.
Except for rats and insects, woodworms and squirrels.
I noticed a tall young man who was speaking to your husband.
Got him right between the shoulder blades.
Psychologically punishing.
When I try to speak to her about it she turns the conversation, yawns or giggles.
Parts of hero all over.
He made short work of them.
Scratches her ass, good ankles.
Anything else of that nature?
Hanging by the hair.
There was a man walking on the tops of cars.
Some way to save the situation.
True love affairs of a lifelong character.
Anything else of that nature?
Wake up one dark night with a puckle in your eye.
We chat.
About what?
That’s my business.
Then perhaps he regards you kindly.
Series of failed experiments.
You have performed well under difficult conditions.
Animals in which the brain strangles the esophagus.
Years not unmarked by hideous strains.
Willfully avoided gathering to myself the knowledge aforementioned.
And when not surly, pert.
The letter a failure but I mailed it nevertheless.
It’s wonderful and reduces the prison population too.
I was surprised to see him in this particular bar.
Very young he’s.
Parts of hero all over.
Many of them connected by legal or emotional ties.
Stares calmly at something a great distance away.
Clanging his balls for us.
Pop one of these if you’d like a little lift.
A ringbolt buried in the concrete, he tripped.
Embankments sewn with gracious blooms, heliotrope.
Not sure I understand what the issues are.
Do you want chocolate or strawberry?
Strawberry.
Strawberry’s best.
That’s your opinion.
Get a handle on it one way or the other.
Pressure has been continually building.
That’s your opinion.
Your hands and tongue.
Where do you like it?
An elegant way of disposing warning sirens.
I don’t think it’s so damn elegant.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Riding the two-legged horses.
Gimping off into the future.
Warmly refused on all sides.
File after file of wooden soldiers marching through a low doorway. Got their heads knocked off.
You and I talked about this once.
There was brought forth and placed before him by four strong men a beef properly cooked over the flames.
There’s just one thing a simple little rule.
Regarding their loved ones with hatred.
To partake of this al fresco party.
Where can a body get a pop around here?
Everyone was very enthusiastic.
He is a perpetual drudge restless in his thoughts.
He’s not bad-looking.
The reindeer, man, and snowflakes were cut.
Tears some meat from his breast and puts it on a bun.
You’re safe with me.
If this is what you believe you are wrong.
Dejected looks, flaggy beards, singing in the ears, old, wrinkled, harsh, much troubled with wind.
Everyone is very enthusiastic.
Darkening the skies above the walkers.
Poring over diaries and memoirs for clues to the past.
Most people conceal what they feel with great skill.
Not getting anywhere not making any progress.
God may surprise me.
Outside there’s bright sunlight on the snow.
Stumble at noon as in the twilight.
There’ll always be another chance tomorrow.
Hoping that this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Old coins, statues, rolls, edicts, manuscripts.
Colder weather coming and then warmer.
Not getting anywhere not making any progress.
Control is the motif.
That and splashes.
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Nine o’clock?
Ten o’clock.
I have to have bed check for the men at ten o’clock. What about eleven o’clock?
I think I can make eleven o’clock. Let me look in my book.
She looked in her book.
Eleven o’clock, then, she said, writing a note in her book. Under the trees?
Under the stars, said Thomas.
The trees, said Julie, looks like rain.
If no rain, then the stars, said Thomas. If rain, then the trees.