— Listen it is it’s, look… he wiped a hand, sank back on 24–12 Oz Btls Fragile! — chance I’ve been waiting for to work on this book again I’ve finally got it, worked on it before never any reason for me to finish it anything to make me really want to do it now there is that’s why it’s, why I’ve got to really damn it… he got to a knee, reached up, — hello yes who…? Wait who is it what do you… Monsieur Bast oh, no il n’est pas là…
— Man like just say j’ai mon foo and they hang right up… the door shuddered, hung, — I mean I’ll see you man…
— Comment…? Le commissionnaire du, du mal oui? comment? C’est un pays…? Yes all right bon no offense damn it qu’est ce que vous… qui moi? Moi je suis ahm, je suis son aide oui, Monsieur Bast est parti mais je… Urgent oui mais je… de quel catalogue…? Rouge et vert, de quoi? Ray X? Don’t see one here no je ne… Que vous êtes pressé bon je le dirai au Monsieur quand il re… yes well look écoutez God damn it what do you want me to qu’est ce que vous… comment? De bonne vente oui mais you mean acheter tout…? Oui fine prix convenu mais l’inventaire tout entier…? Tout à l’instant même fine see what I can… qui moi? Je m’appelle ahm, oui je m’appelle Grynszpan oui, Monsieur Grynszpan… bon, si vous… plus tard bon pas de quoi good God…
He came down wiping a hand, caught the door tipped on its hinge and set it firm before he wet the shirt’s tail at the sink torrent and came in to the couch wiping the blue folder — try to get anything done here… sitting to open its pages and wipe at margins, pausing with — I hope every weeder… to clear his throat, — I hope every reader will, from this history, take warning, and stamp improvement on the wings of time… and his feet came up to rest on Thomas Register. — Pursued by the crippled ghost of exquisite and delicate sensibility, Frank Woolworth fled to wait… he reached, dug, came up with the nub of a pencil. — Fleeing that crippled ghost of exquisite and delicate sensibility to Lancaster Pa where his best would be good enough, Frank Woolworth secured success with a line of ten cent items to stamp his nickel’s worth of improvement on democracy even then being flushed from elsewhere in Aristotle’s lecture notes as forlorn delusion rising out of the notion that those who are equal in any respect are equal in all sounds fine doesn’t it, nothing hard about that. Roused by the steam whistle, democracy’s claims devoured technology’s no wait. Roused by the steam whistle, democracy claimed technology’s promise to banish failure to inherent vice, where in painting it survives today, and America sprang full in the face of that dead philosopher’s reproach to be always seeking after the useful does not become free and exalted souls. By the nineties the arts were already seeking refuge at Hull House dressed as, by the nineties the arts showed up disguised as therapy at Hull House seeking refuge from streets ringing with Jack London’s howling discovery of Spencer’s immutable law, Give me the fact, man! The irrefragable fact! and elsewhere their torrent catalogued as literature to trample Maggie the Girl of the Streets where John Dewey came groping for the close and intimate acquaintance got with nature at first wait. And elsewhere their torrent no. Catalogued elsewhere as literature, these… the pencil nub drew lines, an arrow detouring a tomato blot — published this ten years ago it would have been damn it have to type it over anyhow where I put those cigarettes… he rummaged. — Give me the fact man sound like I mean that’s Spencer’s law? howling discovery of Spencer’s immutable Christ anybody thinks Spencer would say give me the fact man no business reading this in the first place. Now… smoke rose. — Catalogued elsewhere as literature, these no. These, catalogued elsewhere as literature, catalogued as literature to trample made it an active verb, conspired no… smoke rose, the cigarette finally dropped into the enchiladas, his head rested back. — These…
