finally a sentence containing the proper name My Lai , also in distorted form because of the proximity of the event (âAs the old bastard of an Irishman used to say to me about Dora: âShe was me last lay before me prostate operation, and she was me very best lay.ââ) .
The hit turns out to be a two-run hit, the beating is a b eating a round t he bush , the bomb turns out to be what a bomb this play was, the smashed brain on the stone turns into mashed potatoes alone , where someone spread blood it
turns out that the old beer-belly actually sweated Bud ; when shot is mentioned it only refers to a shot of whiskey ; and what shot through his head were only thoughts ; âShot through the head!âââShot through the head?âââYes, thoughts shot through my head.â Syphilis is Sisyphus & the clap is a thunderclap & a dildo becomes dill does it too.
âCashes in!âââCashes in pretty good!âââThe cops?ââ âBy the cops!âââCashed in?â
â ⦠broken!âââwith grief â¦âââThe neck?âââA bottle!â ââ ⦠the neck!âââBroken â¦âââ ⦠and stuck the finger in â¦âââGood!âââCut off!âââWhat kind of head?ââ âThe conversation?âââWhat?âââHeâs one good head shorter.âââOff.âââWhat kind of head?âââGood, good.â
â ⦠three, four:â-âOne, two, threeâgo!âââOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven â¦âââOne, two, three, four, five, six, seven ( pause ) eight ( pause ) nine ( pause ) tenâfinished!â âOnce, once more, a third time, four times, five times, and once more â¦âââAnd then it was already getting bright outside â¦âââTwenty-one, twenty-two-itâs uncanny, uncanny.â ââAnd then I stopped counting â¦â
âCorpses in quiet waters â¦âââOh, what a pretty titleâââLike an O?âââ ⦠laying their eggs there:âââLike Story of O?âââAs though it were nothing â¦âââShame!âââ ⦠âand didnât say a single word!ââââWhat a beautiful title!ââ âOh!âââ ⦠the carps lay their eggs in quiet waters â¦âââIn Lake Erie?âââShame! shame! and shame once more!âââLetâs say it was nothing!âââAccording to the Geneva convention, o.k.?â
âThe project died â¦ââââDyingâ is a typo, actually it should say âdriedâ!âââOf fear?âââA projectile with a cross-notch at the tip â¦âââQuietly!âââDied?âââVery quietly!â ââIâm dying.âââWhat was the name of that bar?âââDumDum!â ââOf laughter?âââI canât go on!âââBlood?âââInto the blood!âââAs for me, he died!âââDied for all of us â¦âââQuiet!â-âPsst!âââSilence!ââ( silence )ââAn angel walked through the room!âââOh, Harlem ⦠!âââYes.â
ââUnforgettable those tulip fields!âââHaarlem â¦âââYeasz â¦â
â ⦠shaking with fear!âââPardon the question: âShaking with fearâ?ââSomeone else in the background: â ⦠shake well before use!âââExcuse me!â
â ⦠could be seen from far away: fucked the cows â¦â
Marguerite Henry, Bonnie Shields