Gertrude moved her body to the music, moved her head to the music, and looked into my eyes.
"You have a very strange face," she said. "You're not really ugly."
"Number four shipping clerk, working his way up."
"Have you ever been in love?"
"Love is for real people."
"You sound real."
"I dislike real people."
"You dislike them?"
"I hate them."
We drank some more, not saying much. It continued to snow. Gertrude turned her head and stared into the crowd of people.
(Charles Bukowski, Factotum)
donderdag 9 augustus 2007
Bukowski buitenspel 2
Ik zou kunnen blijven citeren uit Factotum, al kan ik niet precies zeggen waarom volgende passage mij raakt:
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het is ook mooi [en heeft de zekere charme van gespreken die plaats vinden onder invloed van (te) veel alcohol en/of welwillende, lieve onverschilligheid.]
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