Tiny silvered hairs that I had thought mine alone.
Still following, Thomas said. Still.
Happy to have been able to spend this time with you.
The tops of the brown arms, said Julie.
Two dozen white roses accompanied by his card.
What?
Constant memory in the making.
Forever and ever and ever and ever.
Must be a reason for that.
You werent raised in the faith ?
I read about it. In Politikken.
Ive heard that. But in my opinion foreplay is the most interesting part. Its more interesting.
It felt foul?
Thats your opinion.
Hard to tell. Dominant tempo of our national life.
Ive heard that.
Her charms had made it possible for her to gain a close insight.
What?
I was wrong I realize that now wrong.
Eats his kids they say.
The vulgarest. Vulgarity everywhere.
Something about faces.
Attending, departing, arriving, ignoring.
I had rubbed myself thoroughly with oil and I carried a large flask of whiskey.
Foul.
Ive heard that. You must have studied anatomy.
The wink is a classic device for establishing.
Were you raised in the faith?
Want to get better but seem to be getting worse.
Thought I heard a dogbarking.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
The whites of the bottoms of the breasts, said Thomas.
They disengaged.
Joyous and without joy.
Told them how Lenin had appeared to her in a dream.
Always arms to put around you, always and everywhere, said Thomas.
Yes. Slit your nose for you.
Arms around me, she said, that is what I like.
Ive heard about it.
How did that feel?
Yes foreplay is the most interesting part.
Some people like consummation.
I can take care of myself.
Thats right. Holding on tight.
It was the damnedest thing.
Very vulgar.
Thats what I said you hard of hearing or something?
Thats one way of looking at it.
Sorry to hear that.
Its moons over Miami.
Been waiting all day.
I was ill, endless series of unpleasant dreams.
I can understand that.
What?
Havent thought much about it really I studied English.
Not in front of me, said the Dead Father.
She is?
Make his ear glow.
The care that a bystander is obliged to exert for an accessible encounter extends past civil inattention to the question of how and when he can present himself for official participation.
Extremely interested in this position.
Faces.
This idiot had led a thoroughly disorderly life.
Its the urge to confess.
Have you tried any of the others?
So as not to have to defecate while being accessible to others for talk.
I was raised partly in and partly out of the faith.
No you cant.
Yes foul. Foul foul foul.
Most of it is interesting if you are interested in it.
Move up more under my breasts so that the bottoms of the breasts can rest upon the tops of the arms, said Julie.
I remember.
I read about it. In a book.
Spent his time wetting the bottoms of women.
I thanked the large black woman and withdrew.
Tricycle a bit in the evenings, now.
Give you a shot in the kisser.
Fill his brain full of frisks.
Been so long, so long.
I think foreplay is the most interesting part.
Pray to St. Jude. And Ganesha.
Where the buffalo roam.
I read about it in the Corriere della Sera.
Will you let him see it?
Its sunset across the bay.
She was?
It was the damnedest thing.
Also possible to be a damned fool.
Yes very vulgar. Vulgar to a fault.
Yes faces.
Faces?
Im not into that.
No there wont.
What?
Not sad or serious.
I didnt really mean that really.
Thats true.
She was vulgar.
The terrible temptation which was assailing me will now be understood.
Youth comes to the fore, youth has its hour of glory.
Probably we should have spoken up before this.
Thats your opinion.
Thought I heard a hog barking.
Yes. Ervings.
Were you raised in the faith?
Dont blame you I was raised in the faith.
Covered with butter.
It is possible to fall here, Julie said.
A certain butcherliness not inappropriate.
Attending, departing.
Very possible to fall, she said, I get a falling feeling.
Im surprised. I didnt know.
Like a photograph of a photograph.
He stuck his sword in the ground and put his arms around her.
I really didnt mean that really.
Its pencil shavings in the wind.
A lady always does.
Old Danish saying.
Yes I mean I was but I busted out.
Wild and free and.
Its been so long, been so long.
Its red sails in the sunset.
Julie moved to Emma.
Holding on tight.
Free to leave at any moment.
I feel it, said Thomas.
Then your bed was taken away from you.
One way to look at it.
Yes.
Im not into that.
Vulgarity everywhere.
The mountain. The cathedral. The stone steps. Music. Looking down. The windows, apertures. Rows of seated people. The altars, lights, singing. Egg-shaped apertures like seats opening onto the void. The drop. The clouds. Slipping in the seat. Thomas slipping in the seat. Toward the void. Brace foot against edge. Lean back hooking shoulder around opening. Out strolling on the grounds. Flowers blue with a border of white. The Dead Father strolling. Julie strolling. Others strolling. Edmund strolling. The music, a Kyrie. The edge. The fall. Stone steps. Mandrills staring. Photographers and cooks. Thomas sitting in the sloping seat. Slipping toward the edge. Braces foot against the outer wall, which trembles. Hooksshoulder around inner wall and grasps with left hand. Out strolling. Julie speaking to the Dead Father. The Dead Father smiling. People sitting on stone benches. Processional. Under a canopy. Golden censers swinging left right left right. Tall old man in golden mitre. Acolytes. Rings with amethysts. The edge. Looking over the edge. Sheer walls. Clouds. Thomas slipping in the seat. Braces right foot against outer wall. A quilt or blanket slipping toward the edge. Shoulder hooked around inner wall. The wall trembling. The alcove shaped like an egg. Quilt slipping toward the edge. Singing. The mountain. A set of stone steps. The cathedral. Bronze doors intricately worked with scenes. Row of grenadiers in shakos. Kneeling. Interior of the egg. Painted brick, white, curving. Rug or quilt of blue and red slipping toward the edge. In the walls of the cathedral. Windows over the edge. Dies irae, dies illa. The Dead Father sitting in the cathedral gardens. Julie sitting at his feet. The Dead Fathers head thrown back against the wall. Julie sketching. Edmund standing near the edge. Edmund eating. People climbing the stone steps in pairs. Standing near the edge. Bronze doors opening. Confessionals in rows. Grenadiers. Acolytes two-by-two under the red canopy. Seminarians following, through the doors. Curving white-painted brick but a stone is loose, several. Pressure against the right edge, which trembles. Grasping the inner edge. Trying to wedge shoulder against the rear wall but the rug is sliding toward the edge. Erotic and religious experience. Thomas strolling about the gardens. The Dead Fathers head thrown back against walls of the cathedral. Julie sketching. Slipping. Sketching. Slipping.
Therell always be another chance tomorrow.
So fucking vulgar you wouldnt believe it.
Chocolate butter?
Throws you into no-go situations.
Glad to hear it.
What?
In wild places far from the heart.
Gray day, gray day.
I was raised in the faith.
Follow a track by night.
The whole thing hinges.
What?
Repetition is reality.
Some people like to get it the hell over with.
No.
Are you frightened, beloved? Thomas asked.
Where can a body get a baiser around here?
Yes chocolate butter.
The bourgeois press told stories.
Have to be a little bit tougher.
Really?
Being raised in the faith felt foul?
Yes Ive heard that.
Now let us briefly review the kinds of.
In extenso.
Years not unmarked by hideous strains.
What?
Hes a drunk. Which one? All of them. Must be a reason for that.
Inching by dying by.
Always been very interested in faces.
Your many kindnesses and especial favor.
Is that horseman still following? Emma asked.
One of the most vulgar. Most consistently vulgar.
Be grateful if you could find the time to see me.
Steer by the stars.
Tried to get a handle on it.
Fish scales, wastepaper.
