Jack Cox - Dodge Rose

you look marrante ma ptite. like a real little maid. where in the world does your mother dig up these panoplies. those starched collars. decus et tutamen. for a penny a week you could join the league of nations. i was doing the rounds with the cigar case. no thank you i prefer my john ruskins. what was i saying said mr george ah le pense bete, one can still see the metal ram getting winched to safety on some of the older facades, a descendant of the sun fire crown, historical obsession with your people, home and shop insurance. nervous dentists i mean barbers. balcombe. he is not listening, il sen fout, il a sa toison dor a lui. well its only natural they should get compensation but to see your house flattened, i dont envy. there was a minister going on in the papers practically hoping the sluts would be buried in the rubble. let the steel tongue swipe them hellwards with the bricks of our cursed beginning. let the old dog quiet down. what did he say. their banket houses. hes speaking french he said hes a pure brute. oh dear well it will be a relief to see some of them go. the houses. it seems an awful long way to build a bridge, i must say im glad those stone towers are there to hold it down or should i say. purely decorative. i beg your pardon. the steel will hold itself up. what do you mean hold itself up. and now if that were true why on earth would they go building those large towers, that would be quite unbalanced in way of decoration, let me tell you, we may as well each share a little of our expertise. and yet they have gauged the strain. cest an exercise in public confidence. scottish masons, you know. cut to order. not a piece left over. im not sure i see what you mean. i were to ask you to walk across a plank suspended a hundred feet in the air you would be extremely reluctant, nest pas, even if the plank were as wide as the hall carpet. but could i blindfold you and somehow make you believe you were simply walking through the front door. bref, i could go on but. he stammered. i could keep going but i dont think. it would quite come out. in your language. ah.

the blomfield sisters were turning each other giddily around the dance floor. dad refilled his meerschaum. vulcanite mouthpiece. you know mrs rich for a family in show business the alberts are very quiet, reliable even. they are swiss. and i wouldnt go as far as to call partitions show business. a place of plenty i heard. it means nothing of the sort. auxbury, comprehende, potters field. ill say it in english. its a sale metier. plus quune misere. a great estate. a model farm of five acres. he had enough room to keep cattle hogs sheep goats horses fruit trees. a tobacco patch. the royal pharmacy. sweet briar roses in the garden. he had three ships to go sealing and whaling in. brought in more money from cedar ventures. his mill spinning where the statue of phillip now stands in the botanic gardens. surgeon harris wrote home, little jackey goes swimmingly. yes the land here was as replete in windmills as yass. how do you say, the asphalt and concrete preserve the contours of a creek draining a cup of hills to the green salt water. under. jen passe, trebuche. this bolster will have me on the floor. his fortune waned, paid for his loyalty to the old order. riley in the ascendant. one or the other. they are all like that, plus ou moins, stories of failure. suicide, the son got into debt, forfeited his share, thats how the subdivision begins. livery. ecartele as they say. yes it was news once if thats what you mean. your own macleay, tending his garden, couldnt ward it off. conquer and split. quelle histoire, cest un malheureux calembour, toujours a rebours. the time to let go and glut fate is never behind. foreign grave. trop tard, trop but once, in a simple foyer, an esprit jouissif. could dance on the table without spilling the wine glasses. ux membre dacier. ca depart avec un homme qui bouge, dans lair, soignieux, un ecart, pas un signe de paix. sil ne fallait que des gestes et femmes, enfin. prennent la balle. cest une. cest tout un roman. euh oui, ya pas dentreprise pas des plus feroces qui nait commence en histoire damour. mais jamais je noublierai le sang que prefigure. mem. assai pour le florilege. seule la main. cest plus que la moitie. i put my head in his lap and drifted off to the eddy of his insides. did you hear that. la vache, it was only one of my own passing frequencies. nothing to be done. you cant stop it not even to you jeune fille, ils vont tomber les uns apres les autres, tout le long du courbe rivage la forest will clear. la derniere vous tue. ffre interdit. tout en rien. you cannot know the vast tracts of silence that separate us. they have not. you may only keep company those of your own age. quest ce quil dit sinon, son oreille, ainsi que la mienne, etait bercee par lunisonance des. . des. . pas grave. enfin, a fluctibus, ce serait toujours plus ou moins lo mome chose. le trou, le rocher, cest la meerr. and no more, except, later, when they have gone home, once, the floorboards creak.

little roman soldiers drowned in egg and swallowed gold for his wife and kiddies. i battering ram. i am doing that much on my own now. put the kettle on, poison the bath water. do it all down to not including my laces. had to be careful in a kitchen in those days there were only two holes in a socket. mother at the kitchen table, face of stone. there is always a delay. always remember you were doing something else, remember the other thing. fryingpanne. hatches matches and dispatches. her face it seems to hover apart from the rest. i am getting used to that. the windows are open. she sits. her hands. i dont know. she sits beside the kitchen table. she could be standing. she sits. the pilot is dead. calenture. a babbled. his spirit gone. is dead.

someone feeling her way through the corridor. architects call it compression and release. oh here you are, my dear. i. its mrs rich. your front door it was. well it is a bit lighter in here. of course you must try to keep cool but not too som. my dear constance. she breathed out. im glad to see you up, i dont mean to stay. just wanted to drop you this little invitation to a private screening. i told atticus you hadnt been out much lately and the darling insisted i give you this, said he would be thrilled to see you there if you felt up to it. i didnt think you would mind. atticus is an angel, hes very discreet and extremely generous, it just popped into my head you can imagine. well. its a new picture about the uprising at. anyway on a grand scale apparently. got to be better than the romance of runnibede or the rushing tide. its by a young american whos thrown his lot in here. they say he could be another griffiths. forget his name well ill just leave it here in the basket. im terribly glad to see you looking so. remember me to your husband. goodbye my sweet, that looks good. nice and soft hm. goodbye constance. ill be going now. if ever you need me you know where to call. lea. x doesnt go out either anymore. i take her breakfast in her room. she is standing in the window which is also banned. curtains. human desire. we change her cotton twill sheets. with the breakfast all the papers. we got a lot, the herald and the truth on sundays. mother will not see them, afraid someone will mention kingsford smith crossing the atlantic in a tiny second hand fokker triplane with a body like a boot box. dad glad to get them in one piece. white honeycomb quilts, turkish figs, just landed. including prince bourbon, had wonderful escapes our cherry breeze. crystallised ginger. lady franklins famous sanctum. coming toti toti toti toti dal monte dal monte dal monte dal monte dal monte dal monte dal monte. all the old clippings. x reads them too because her books have been taken. we do our lessons slowly. fides. sacramentum. she stands very still before the rows of used up toys and the other lasting peeces, the cat with the raised tail, the wireless oracle, its becoming quite a storeroom in here. that i may proceed to thee o thou sweet light. she raises her hand to prompt me. almost. she is gentle, speaks softly. not bad but commas everywhere like fingers in the cake mix. i have to watch i dont sit on the musical chair is all.