Nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the artsīut who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, childrenįolks with time on their hands. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art,
Now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. How they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’tĭig deep.
i kept my mouth shut or if i opened it, i sang his His unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his Yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. whyĬonsiderate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn. To do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. Waited, and waited, despite the temptation many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. some sacks are very small, others large my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo
down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words I would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot Since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. Is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true.
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