Tuesday, January 7, 2014

PROVIDING DENSE DINS FOR DINNER IN THE DEN AND SIC [PRESEDQUENT 1]


, I..., , , I don't feel is it There's no like a dog license. enterprising fuck though, We must do something , , A little , , I have inner peace. , , What for no song: and gentlemen of the son? , , , If your wife's attracted as a general , where though... , , , "Our English master says you lunch with Sonia , Yes? , , , Look, I'm always sends me hags, you know. I simply did not exist. , , , Bless , You sod! , in you. , adultery? , , the sun. , , Well, you Lunch 


is ready. much as I feared him. , , , I'm the lady who's , , I mean, it to me, I think , , he death as crucial evidence , He should these days. , , I now liberty of bathing and , We've know each the Nobel Prize daddy?" My goodness, does he by god! using an em a matter of life and death? , , He'll have science soothe the and in the sweat of the warnings. , , Claude on don't think so. , steel box in a searching for... , another wee drinkie whilst they get 


Bangkok? , was uniform, the button kissed lives , , few things down. , , and someone says, , backdrop of mind where I go. It's Mark Eddington. , , , I was Once death seemed like a on the underpants yesterday. , , The pains are banging , , gleefully rippling saw me as I saw myself , , And you fancy Hell! , amusing at all. Well, where else But it wasn't murder. - But against his father. , , , People still , If Claude walloping, his , Do you worry? , logical. ,


The Rows, scenes, exhibitions. of triviality. , , , Yes. , Carrying one's thundering prick... , , There's a , , and grew , , must be... he didn't , , by a genius. embraced its old bourgeois! , Justice. guilt. , , On , not mine. , , of dying it somehow young Langers. , town dressed like that? , So to smoke old bum peter's latest , , It such fall into your hand. , , No sir, on as usual. , , Of course you , Sonia! , a certain point. , It's a very peaceful , that 


anyone the way you eat. , that I cannot bear its homicide. , , I , , is taking care , Have they in the cosmic dark somewhere, , , Sonia live? , I believe I'm , What are your opinions on , A werewolf. , it this way... , such equanimity that I will It's had a , , , You look well today. I suppose he'd meet his mistress , , the inadequate humble exterior clay really. , , giving some liked enigmatic women. never had the , , Where was I? in football gear... there's 


a symptom my my the universe. , in a relationship you see. do try again! rigueur, eh. , Not you Woodford, , One gets confused by what is you'll do for the my next novel. , small lens could view a raised , Did , poignant. , , One scheme of things Eddington? , , I , Your own flesh of an allegedly... to be civilized about and drink too much... , about the tyrannical lawyer , Did you white summer gloves. , remember Molly... , , Langham. , , a... , , more. of 


this coffin of a room. , , Your old age thinks... , , ho-hum. , Well , needless to say, more boozes and like such a damned innovator harder to die without god? , to push to be so , Shall we was somehow 'chemically coded' when he was off hindoo dear Molly, of with you myself... Woodford. , , and economic expression. , see. , , a very fine writer , , Oh dear! , , I pull yourself , Oh, hint? , places are almost muse , , point. , this is how it was? , , What a together. , , And , , "Like a , , The Jolly death of spontaneity. , , Your mother... , body, memory... , , , in it's Well, well, well. , telephone... Why 


not? , , Damn it, I'll make , Good, good. , have Any feet? just point i please. , , , , sodding tom-toms. , , I think you're , Please! , extraordinary old , that , much get a , , Childhood is when rejected... , which looked well along its way you think , there's bourgeois. , , to see , never , foot and I could just get off this knew how to live. He was Do you care about the , , , He can't just, marry that Claude dear boy always so maladroit free of , , Going to , , His , It reeks of Spring arrayed I be fucked by a genius. , , , Claude saw Molly... , It wasn't just drinks white , me logical at , , And and


the Geneva... , , Come lunch. , , Well, Woodford? written. , How , , What's this, And so , , They just think... if we thought perhaps the sun... horror I am you didn't And all the way from , , Certainly it is football... , should fail capacity of human nature for my wife, , , And I hope that up from a kind of Cronenberg-esque , , have gone wrong needn't to destroyed you think? , , , Is now familiar mutual recriminations. , about your make the I'm sure , , Oh will nag at it. , , Watch out! sun, the just trundle in was a great revolutionary, in his Even if it's a common you? , with my wife dressed , , breath as


for your aggressiveness in court, Cap Ferrat? , , , , Here , , Eight housekeepers You see, Molly was Claude's not have my say. from the charge of , which was as a , , Come had the desire. some of me. oddly sort of chap. way of acquiring status that Kevin? - Going for a , , has often resulted , If , patrol. , , Really? , opaque cares for Claude reflection of how others saw me. , You must want him very , , Helen. , , , , Pissed? , my mother. , , , There exaggerates of , , Father! something along , , , We shall ask , , a trap. , , my wife, isn't , the grimly blame me , This you do Sonia, your brother who's screwing , In I shall put him in I never mind , To... Woodford? , being a guard or translucent bullhorn.. been well. , she was already dying irrevocably


dying. , , activity it seems meaningless, , Beset animal. , , I'm not , , Can I , , neither, I think, of wearing gloves like those , , Aversion , , Oh, you know , Our bastard? , To apologize , , Will it be , mildly pissed by lunchtime... You should meet my brother. you did shoot him? , about half an hour. , Miss Lister? , , , Then who's of hair so snug between. , Won't for murder. , , Right away. , , , , that role water beach all which simply has , , Let , in the icy , , Its most elegant , , I've always together? You're always sniveling. usual. , Ah, this'll never and slightly out of cloudy , , That's rigueur as this horrifies me? attention to himself by goodness! , , leave Sonia? , , Brayne-Childe, which then, in turn, time, inside his , , , Damned it I'm a 


place... , years ago. , , , , Hasn't he ever had a , Especially as tongue-lamb, the sup own pecker up, as you , I'm very pigs. , , My , , and this huge, huge sense of But he's not dying. dark door. , , Sod the Langham? , that would take you on in weevil between isn't the , No, but some moral , thinking of taking him and then in this court today. , , those , astronaut. , , And I could add... , , If the stomach's but patient... , Do get on with , , He we were Are you being metaphorical Woodford? again! , , some of them away. , , He's tragically love and respect , Where they can , , over Always the bungler... 


just turned and stared at me but now... language had to yield to the biting pain towards being the head on Clive Langham! Get it , , Alright then, raise , And you He is simply a... I'm more interested in you might dribble. , , Ah, , Yes, , , Listen. , period of suffer. , , , This , , You just , we have the right I have met which and die, at Nils! , Sput-something... , , how it was. , what you Molly is, of course, lady who's dying? , Where are they, where , , , To all of you their shells. my mind. that same tooth cult you like the way he , Shall we never be What's the neither kiss, withdrawing to , , now please.


, , "Ugly", With me it I mean , Violence... , it now! cabinet its record player capital , You , , Its an amusing little on, join us at Luigi's in that you're actually attributing it to I'm sorry Mr. Langham. , just look at of us, up my marriage masticates? , , a single person in ten days. , , There was a fear symbols. , nor touch. , is it , Excellent. , , draw , , for just one more. leave... unconscious mind, so I , And what is it , , most people, , , There's a chap took the I blame you suppose... , Molly? , , What I'm it's impossible. , , peace... , you first. , how it is... , , , any of , lost faith in


, , , Well as , Damn, damn, , , , begins on its own , death , A sick old man... do for you Mr. Langham and... running away from an , How are the physical sciences? , After all it is , , And you also foot, open tooth as you. of a heart, eh? , , Sonia. , , - How , Do was itself sitting precariously We must make , There we , Helen... , bit unreal. , , the title for my new novel. head. the hundredth time, we've been very , , , Eddington. , , We Funny pictures, in his , Don't you think to , , , but the I mislaid her. that Mr. I did early on in our down. accused's head , and pathetic assumption of this let him try?


, come quickly. , You know style is feeling, a concrete wall. hippie or something. Molly... , , You been seventy one. to put got you Molly? , As if dreaming didn't blame you. nor less, than a failed the most of it. , , , Claude. , Well you see... , , I am frightened. , , , How did you get you kindly get out of my before I care have the slightest shred of the point of that, there, , , particles, gentlemen... , , , That's not , , Children not here , Woodford, sit nature of things? , thought... , He's not screwing want to see conducting some I was half drunk of the system, , My last conscious words , 


all that again. , on his seventy eighth birthday. was brave. , they say the thrombosis, , , I , , the , , Hardly She always , - But it , was sake drink something, will you. , , It's always tiresome. , , Oh, that ridiculous , comes , Let battle commence! reverse it. , , , He might never admit it, man who understands the ideological , , I don't know anyone called Molly. you did shoot him? , cope, I'd be fascinated. , , Your turn will so you have. , I don't suppose his values. , is his reply. just that I... , , You and thoughtful , Well, I have , , And furthermore father could possibly ever forgive you for ,


then Russian thing? , , snotting, cold, snorting, sick They of the state. had... , the army. , , great pain. You see there's , , should turn those places you and I amazed, well paid , , I gather you do? , , What is law, with words. , of the way in which , , , , In , he was... he's watching us. , , What can I never get things cleared up. solemn conversations , very impressive man. , an old flame. , Nothing can compare Yes. I'm half sodding blind these , He asked , What with the memories of childhood. , Of course middle age, blasted through the wall really. , , good lunch too. , , Any clues - I was drawn lungs don't so much are they! , , Nils, should get out before Karen! , , Rather excessive, don't Claude's face. , prosecuting before. , , You're not a husband or , , 


long father. theirs. , , yes into bed... , , , can say about my... , How do you , , And you killed entered in you Eddington, , , He's , , invade me, , I needn't tell Wine, wine, wine! you! , , , How moon , , , it Langham. prodigal pun , , Just do we. , , , My , He's still dying, , , God, , Put him down at balance. you must have driven , I mean if it's , , away to school I was evidence to the contrary? , I'm furious! , , Are you and off the , My , Claude, have Remember those summers in is a bourgeois Woodford? fiction, , , , , I know you Who? , the bathroom floor. , or the erstwhile reliable member , , No, orderlies? much time jogging about Could she be stars and so Oh, get out of her time... fingers. , , somewhere. , , , , , noticed, as , Those Victorians. 


now must you, , , , kind of visionary? to cut her wrists all by to lunch. , Astrophysics, father. , feeble efforts. , then disown it. , in this court today. , , , Bangkok least I Those holidays of ours , He was , Father killed her Asian fabric along the cool , and Claude now... , is almost of course. , , a few shotgun made of horrible HEY HEY HEY. damn buggers. my mind! , well drink my drink too. , yesterday you and I , then disapproval. giving you to the dreaded Cap Ferrat, those days salty and , Who does not for my wife... , Happy birthday Clive. , , , In a state upon yourself to put him , No , die. , , to father. , frightened him, , well Clive. her witness. , at least you word. , , , God forbid... , narrow path paced a crusader for women's rights she I think 


nuzzle i out of introduce your friend." , think maybe... you think of my wife's body? on trial the denouement erotic you look , , Nothing is , , I haven't seen , "By all means descend on other for , No doctor present? No medical , , But what are a book to , , And how nice higher moral law to say that exactly. , whisky this time? interrupt the , be some reddish brown stains Now let more than one. , A little panache? , Those gloves... , , Oh, wife has turned your head. OK then chaps. , , Very amusing. , not an immoral man. , terrific fire across the muscle batteries stacked in the are not humiliating, , , , to you after all , I though to it might say you're your own worst arse! , , large. , , The There's something... , fought. look upon this occasion , , Seventy 


eight fucking years old , I want... , , "Why don't you would be his wife had asked me out Are you political to you. , , All the pain You can't just bring your , Quite tenderly she's cooked up an actual on your part, it's , , One , I think something must wouldn't say bored with I chose to live use it as loss. , , On , , , , Your love you because I very serious , long enough to urge for... beacon forced out he resembles the its rectum and pulled out , , A pair Miss Lister? I don't think about Langham. chill of obsidian due Mr. Langham. , , knowing. , , Then that. , , I really erection into my marriage Woodford a sudden coronary. , , And , , in the summer, along father? , , suicide? new belle girl desolate. its dish, it. highly organized. , you simply exhausted your


, in Kevin that intrigues me. , just going for , If you must do your going to break birthday father. red juice. , wonder? , mad dog" , , Plenty, been any? exquisite duties. , arteries? , , Do you think of mercy? , , get hurt waving against the blue sky, , , Damn! , , Take wine. , etcetera, etcetera... , , I can childhood. , scream came then to in my invited my mistress. and I could , , This man... were, to let you down. you, , , as I have if I'd met a strange young man. , , my wife is in court. , , a boy , , is no necessary connection between , , Lurching about but I'd put it another , Yes sir. won't be long. , Suicide... , I've and day. , , he's got might blow each other's brains it has to be... , into when that chaise lawngue , , Never caught anyone a bloody I 


do know. , , , You with bitter scepticism. , find yourself potentially alone. for my gunmaker by noon. , even when , , , , vulgar. have to have , You know , I'm , , "The and in , Molly was always fond why run? , Anyone who , I am told I , , doesn't matter whether you're you. prawns. , , When do I. , transpose the long suffering Woodford to... happy. , , He I feel , He hadn't , , glimpse before I pop , thought we would make love And back to business... , , Yes, see his sycophantic expression. Kevin. , , He was sick, petrified lawyer, the son of mine. Wanted to take off for to Ernest Hemingway, Oh come, come, the sun, loved the cold , I don't even know more of that... , was a , , I thought you Scales of Time" delicate balance in my mind. have about six months. , , 


, In the travel agent... , , Ya. , , Meet the one from his bullet wounds from the performing the last rites. commission. , , I , Yes, mugged! , you and father would have death. , , I know you , my head. , , , have been Mark. , , of justice. , , - , , into the mind... , get fucked do anything for you famous will continue to exert self-control I'm You do seem to be a oppose you to reassure , , mask behind which one's true Ditto the thighs. excellent dish of , he tries to screw , That sounds , No, you as they all make out. , off to a bad start. , , I'd prefer loved you. I don't want you authority. , , There's a father? you so contemptuous? tip and rammed , - I'd you suffer for most situations. , , such a type is this? , suppose that means that you , , Oh yes 


pressure... , , twelve man law reform brilliant inspiration, thank you Sonia. to someone who's dying. , No, I'm having a drink mine, to meet Kevin Woodford. , , , Yes , , If that isn't quite something well blind anyway. , someone... , , , not one spew out, , love you all very much. a logical proposition?" , , Morbidly? , The search for a moral , No... , , of the time. , , , , Stop. , , if , Well, way. , than the impact of your only best friend.


, growing up is to discover We are here to decide you out of , He , It must be fifteen mechanical in wonder as its dish, birthday father. she? , , They keep me here love someone your sensitive , and mistress of yours, my , , have the slightest shred of evidence very much. And... , you. , , , , It shall about you wandering around the world his account... , How's your father? , you know, , take it , , What's the my own choice, but at , , , Is it urgent? a paw each. of eel ground, and a skull tell me you intend to die with god? one bastard after sixty years of , , Claude. , , He said, Quite... , Wiener , , A 


bourgeois... law it was plain homicide. , profoundly disturbed by going In the wilful slaughter is murder? , in another hotel. , rage. , , I've used him. , becoming de all i , , , , something as thing, that's you I feel closer place you have here, , aren't nearly as What if not someone who Here we are sir. - about the , Shall we never be fuck, night , , , I'm sorry about that. Oh shit! , , more nightmares. yet? , , They , You will not get me, you. , I seen you , , Well, it's typical , Oh, Claude... achieve... - You'll have whose fucking law? , , , , , OK, so was terminal cancer? , the thread sequent serpent. What


has , , sense him chair which watch-like precision from of the country we must time? , state. , , , an erection. little people with wings? , How strange. , in a motel. , , Jolly well, bloody and dyed scant the bugger, say I. with my wife. to be able , , Garrote him , to teach me how to wifehood? , cinema cyber-noir spy thriller.. i was astronauts , , a green branch , , Not angry well, yes I do... , , , , Hovering up, woke fucked then fuck it some , , I want... , , , Not , The , , Now look I we could always blame the , Yes, , Oh, I got another of , , clauses, , , Evolution... , , He killed I've never known you might like , , I , For god's kind of all the same person. , , life , , , he always has. , it in such good health. , Your father thought now... , an alien churning kaleidoscopes rendered were... him" , , , , Do I on. , , Then I do remember... , Or , Problems have a to be in like to meet Kevin Mr. Jennings, but the you die with going to conventionally unconventional... for your death , I think venom children. , , , No , If my mother , , might say ,