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From: | Gertie Franklin |
Subject: | [Cwriter-fr] extinct goddamn |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 22:02:42 -0400 |
And men, fascinated somehow by this
strangeeloquence from a little boy, bought.
ByGod, I hate you, for you stink a mile off. Heread
now rapidly and easily; he read romantic and adventurousnovels, with a tearing
hunger. I dont know what you mean, she said angrily.
G-g-go on, you c-c-can sell em this
afternoon.
G-g-go on, you c-c-can sell em this afternoon.
Eliza, recollective and hurt at what hadbeen said, worked on. I cant see that that
makes much difference to us, said he. Whats going to become of you when your old
fathers dead andgone? Remorseful food stuck vengefully inEugenes
throat.
Whats going to become of you when your old fathers
dead andgone?
Then hewould take off his apron, put on his coat,
and say, to thedawdling, expectant boy: Come on.
Remorseful food stuck vengefully inEugenes throat.
This was forboth Gant and Eliza the base of worth. Dearest, dearest, she whispered,
and he saw her face was wet withtears.
Eliza, recollective and hurt at what hadbeen said,
worked on. I dont know what you mean, she said angrily. Its no disgrace for a boy to
do a little honestwork, and no one thinks so. Eugene wanted the two things all men
want: he wanted to be loved,and he wanted to be famous.
Ive a goodnotion to send him off to school. Good
day, boys, he would answer kindly, absently. Good day, boys, he would answer kindly,
absently. You know, he ought to have oneevery month or so. Youll remember the old
man, then, he would say.
Out there, he gestured briefly to the West. And
this was the opinion people had ofhim.
No one ever did anything for me, he howled. By God,
Ill pay forit, if you dont want to spend the money.
This was forboth Gant and Eliza the base of
worth.
What are you trying to do with your kid,
mama?
He loathed the work with a deadly, aninexplicable
loathing.
Youll remember the old man, then, he would say. Oh,
my God, answered Ben, turning his lean, gray, bitter, bumpyface up toward his
listening angel. Its no disgrace for a boy to do a little honestwork, and no one
thinks so.
All right, Christopher Columbus, continued Luke,
good-humoredly. And it was as the smiling hustler that he wanted to be
known.
I dont know what you mean, she said angrily. And
this was the opinion people had ofhim.
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