Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr by Hubert Selby Jr. Page B

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yes, he would cup his hands around the match, his cigarette hanging
from the corner of his mouth, and I will put my hands around his and
he will blow out the match and toss it away . . . but we dont have to
go dancing. I know he doesnt like to dance. I will wear a smart print
dress. Something simple. Something trim and neat. Vinnie? It was
Harry . . . No. No, I wont have to go in drag. We will defy them all,
and love . . . Love. And we will be loved. And I will be loved. And
the Bird will come in high blowing love and we will fly ... O that
evil bitch. I am a far more convincing woman in drag than Lee. She
looks like Chaplin. And I will dance like Melissa. If only I were a
little shorter. Well we showed Miss Lee up, didnt we
Vincent—(Georgette danced around the room humming tunes, in her
silk panties and padded bra, and a John sat naked, on the edge of the
bed, sweat sliding down his greasy body, touching the silk as
Georgette whirled by, playing with his genitals, licking his lips,
spit hanging from his lips; then she stepped out of her panties and
he grabbed them, buried his face in them and fell on the bed
groaning, groveling . . .)—No. No. Its now. Tomorrow. Vinnie . . .
yes, yes. Vincennti. Vincennti d/Amore. Che gelida mania . . . yes,
yes. Cold, O my beloved. Sì me chiamano Mimi ... Sì, A candle. Soft
candle light. . . and I will read to you. And we will drink wine. No.
Its not cold. Not really. Just the breeze from the Lake. Its so
lovely. Peaceful. See, just the slightest ripple on the surface. And
willows. Yes. Si. Majestic bowing willows looking at themselves in
the waters; nodding, saying yes to us. Yes, yes, yes . . . O
Vincennti, hold me. Tighter. Vincennti. d/Amore. O soave
fanciulla.—(Georgie is a friend of mine, he will blow me anytime,
for a nickle or a ) —The Lake. The Lake. And a moon . . . Yes . . .
Look. Look. Do you see there? A swan. O how beautiful. How serene.
The moon follows her. See how it lights her. O such grace. O yes yes
yes I do Vinnie, I do . . . Vincennti . . . See. See, she glides to
us. Us. For us. O how white. Yes. She is. Whiter than the snows on
the mountains. And they are but shadows now. But she glistens,
shimmers. The queen of birds. Yes. O yes, yes, Cellos. Hundreds of
cellos and we will glide in the moonlight, pirouetting to THE SWAN
and kiss her head and nod to the Willows and bow to the night and
they will grace us . . . they will grace us and the Lake will grace
us and smile and the moon will grace us and the mountains will grace
us and the breeze will grace us and the sun will gently rise and its
rays will stretch and spread and even the willows will lift their
heads ever so slightly and the snow will grow whiter and the shadows
will rise from the the mountains and it will be warm . . . yes, it
will be warm . . . the shadows will stay, but the moonlight will be
warm (Dance Ballerina Dance) Vinnie??? the moonlight will be warm. It
will get warmer. Hold me Vincennti. Love me. Just love me. But fields
of flowers are so lovely in the sun. In the bright flooding sunlight.
Warm and brilliant. And the tall grasses flow and part and the colors
burst and small drops of dew glisten and it is all red and violet and
purple and green and white . . . yes white, and gold and blue and
pink, soft pink and see the fireflies . . . like flowers of night ..
. o yes, yes, flowers of night. Soft little lights. Lovely little
lights. O, Im so cold. La commèdia è finita. No! NO! Vincennti.
Yes, yes my darling. Sì me chiamano Mimi. Georgie-porgie puddin n
pie. The Bird. Listen Vinnie. Bird. O yes my darling, I do I do. I
love you. Love you. O Vinnie. Vincennti. Your mouth, lips, are so
warm. d/Amore. O see how the stars soften the sky. Yes, like jewels.
O Vinnie, im so cold. Come, let us walk. Sone Andati. Yes my love, I
hear him. Yes. He is blowing love. Love Vinnie . . . blowing love ...
no NO! O God no!!! Vinnie loves me. He loves me. It.
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