“—But at least while I lived, I lived big!”
Schlagwort: Portnoy
IllEgal II.
Dylan Russell.
What did Kay and I care less about than one, money, and two, religion? Our favorite philosopher was Bertrand Russell Our religion was Dylan Thomas’ religion, Truth and Joy!
Guten Morgen.
Good morning! And the same applies to “Good afternoon”! And “Good evening”! And “Good night”! My God! The English language is a form of communication! Conversation isn’t just crossfire where you shoot and get shot at! Where you’ve got to duck for your life and aim to kill! Words aren’t only bombs and bullets—no, they’re little gifts, containing meanings!
Freedom from Family.
“But in Europe where—?” he calls after me, as the taxi pulls away from the curb. “I don’t know where,” I call after him, gleefully waving farewell. I am thirty-three, and free at last of my mother and father! For a month. “But how will we know your address?” Joy! Sheer joy! “You won’t!”
Radioactive Pilot In Love.
She actually seems to think of herself as a woman at the very frontiers of experience, some doomed dazzling combination of Marie Curie, Anna Karenina, and Amelia Earhart.
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