It's a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest--I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day's enjoyment--but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to. Oh, screw it, cookie--hand me my guitar and I'll sing you a fado in the most perfect Portuguese.Have you readBreakfast? Do it. Thank me later. 100 pages of near bliss.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
In an oblique homage to yesterday's deserved nomination of Capote for best picture, I wanna share this little snippet that I loved from Breakfast at Tiffany's. OK, it's really got nothing to do with the nom, I just like this (rather aggressively punctuated) bit. It reflects a theme on my mind that's been reinforced wherever I go. Here's Holly Golightly poignantly speaking to our narrator: