Saturday, December 02, 2006

 
The Actress

-Don’t think that term puts me off. Whore, Courtesan, Call Girl? I could care less.
But I think of myself as a Western Geisha. We can speak of Brahms or the Beetles,
the poetry of Wallace Stevens, the novels of Mishima or Faulkner. Anything!

-I recognize your name.

-Yes, from such Hollywood excrement as Hey! That’s My Excellent Bra,
The Theology of Eggs,
and Deedle Tweedle.

-The Tweedle thing had pretty clever animation.

-Robots having sex. Spare me!

-Well,I guess we should...?

-You have the whole night. Don’t worry...or rush. My Gentlemen like me to lead
the first time. In subsequent appointments we experiment. Will that be
Master Card?

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