'... I don't think you can properly reject a thing until you've
understood it, and you understood it ...'
Well, that's very charitable of you, Jim. But what I was trying
to convey - there was nothing there in the first place TO understand.
All those recibiendos & veronicas & butterflies & Christ knows what
were no more than prettified imaginings. They had no existence
in reality. If they HAD existed, they might have provided SOME
justification for the blind stabbings, panicky flights & shit-running
shambles that are the sickening reality.
That's my problem. I'm surrounded by Naked Emperors & conmen
tailors trying to sell me their latest suitings. And the more abstract,
the more metaphysical, the more reverential their spiel, the more
tightly I hang onto my wallet. And the more they tell me I must try
harder, read a little more extensively, take the whole thing somewhat
more seriously, the louder I remind them (as I would have done even
forty years ago) that life's too short, that like Jimmy Durante I only
got one change of underpants.
Scottie B.
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