He was back in muttering, dug out a cigarette and lit it before he came down to the sofa — forty million tax credits Christ thought he was up here writing music what the hell he’s been, where was I… he picked up the folder, set the enchilada can on Moody’s — get anything done here ought to just let the God damned thing ring, consoled only by the fact that Madame Bernhardt had allowed herself to be photographed in a yellow mackintosh as ungainly as his for the jaunt, Wilde still knew no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America. I have always wished to believe that the line of strength and the line of beauty are one. That wish was realized when I contemplated American machinery. It was not until I had seen the waterworks at Chicago that I realized the wonders of machinery. The rise and fall of the steel rods, the symmetrical motion of great wheels is the most beautifully rhythmic thing I have ever seen. Spread broadcast, this particular aesthetic experience of Wilde’s was now leveling men’s claims to being absolutely equal since they were absolutely free, the symmetrical motions of those great wheels homogenizing their no, no wait spread broadcast, this wait. On less aesthetic levels, Wilde’s experience spread broadcast leveling no damn it leveling levels wait. In less aesthetic versions, the symmetrical motions were, motions were, no, no elsewhere. Elsewhere the symmetrical motion… he tapped ashes into the enchiladas, tapped one foot against the other on Thomas Register. — Leveling men’s claims to being absolutely equal since they were absolutely free, the symmetrical motion of, symmetrical motion of God damn it, the symmetrical motion… he sat there tapping, — where the hell did that come from… and he had the guitar by the throat, plucked it, cradled it and strummed a chord — can’t be his no whole God damned thing’s out of tune… he hunched over it trying strings, tightening keys — owner must be a deaf mute… he plucked, tried chords, loosened a key, tightened one, tried a string, a chord, a bar — thing of Granados how the hell does it go… he made a fresh start. Another. The long hand crept from NO DEPOSIT, passed the short, the second hand swept past them both to NO RETURN, reappeared and was gone — almost had it that time God damn it just try to get anything done here…
He got in past 200 2-Ply, braced a foot and reached, — hello…? No wait this is… wait this isn’t… Look this isn’t Mister Bast he’s not here, he… Lunch? but it’s… too bad yes but… Well look it’s not his fault if you brought in Pouilly Fuissé and this salmon mousse before you called, he’s not even… that you’ve got a grand piano in your suite now fine I’ll tell him, good… what? Me? No that’s… yes that’s very kind of you but… no I have a lunch appointment just leaving for it, good… I will yes, au voir… he came down cautiously, — seems to lead quite a life up here… and he picked up a red cup to rinse it under the torrent in the tub, fill it at the one in the sink and drop in a teabag, back to set it on Moody’s and find a cigarette — get through one simple sentence here before something else where the hell was I, published this ten years ago it really would have been here, disappointed with Ni, spread broadcast yes. Spread broadcast, this aesthetic no wait what did I, elsewhere yes. Elsewhere, close and intimate acquaintance got with the wonders of machinery at first hand were lev, was leveling men’s claims to being absolutely equal since they were absolutely free, the symmetrical motion of those great wheels homogenizing their differences till Christ damn it now. At less exalted. At the less exalted levels where close and intimate acquaintance was, with the wonders of damn it God damn it…! He reached for the cup, spilled it back on Moody’s — get something to eat just no God damned energy, where I put those cigarettes. Now. At less exalted levels the synep, symmet, the symmetrical motion… his head came back, his eyes climbed 2-Ply Facial Tissue Yellow through planes of sunlight from the askew blind to rest on the Baldung propped up there, — that symmetrical motion… and the cigarette, dangling unlit, finally fell.
— mouthwash with the distinctive continen…
— Wha… he sat up abruptly, brought a hand up against the sun come round full on his face.
— to perk up your personality. Do something nice for…
— Perk up your personality you bastard, thought that God damned thing was dead… He was up, — thought I, somebody at the door…? he got through past the torrent at the tub — one minute’s peace get anything done here, yes?
— Mister Bass…?
— Just a… he got it opened — good heavens! He stared down into décolletage — he’s, he’s not here, what…
— Erebus Production buy im a fuck an ere I am.
— Oh, oh I see, well…
— E’s not ere Mister Bass?
— Not, not right now but it’s hardly…
— I ave a eavy schedule you know? Wen e’s ere.
— Don’t know but wait, wait I’ve seen you somewhere yes in a drawer once, saw you in a man’s shirt drawer…
