"Nancy Springer - Transendence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)Dear Ms. Tier,
I am ecstatic to receive a reply from you. Of course I will never ask you to look at my poetry or my artwork -- I wouldn't dare. What you are doing is so far above my level I can't breathe when you take me up there with you. How can you call yourself nasty? Are you suffering from low self-esteem? Please believe me, only a caring, sensitive person could have written, We are wounded constantly yet on we ride Side by side We believe in the lovers' grail We know we cannot fail to find the halo we left behind waiting at the end of the rainbow Perhaps you are thinking of some of your darker verse? But only one with a deep understanding of human nature could have written, Ontological goodness is a bore Beauty smiles but the Beast knows the score which is one of my favorite couplets which I have penned in toilet stalls all over campus, always of course attributing it to you. I will be in New York on the afternoon of the 19th, and will ring your doorbell just in case. Again, may I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the constant gift of your poetry. Most unctuously yours, Jeremy Bow CHAVADON TIER140 W. 56th St.New York NY 10001 Mr. Jeremy Bow, Hell no, I do not suffer from low self-esteem. I suffer fools not lightly, is what I suffer. But perhaps I overreact; perhaps I did not make myself clear. Read my lips: YOU DO NOT WANT TO COME NEAR ME. I AM HIDEOUSLY UGLY. In body and spirit. Axl Rose is a blooming sweetie compared to me, and Rambo is apple pan dandy with whipped cream and a cherry on top. I am poet, hear me roar, I know who the hell you are. You are a doe-eyed, pimplesque, milky-mouthed sophomore with bitty buttocks and heart thumpies that shake your rickety wee ribs. I feed on babies like you. Be warned. Sincerely, Chavadon Tier Dear Chavadon, There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Are you sorry you let me in? I'm glad you did, if only so you could see that I am not overly pimplesque or bitty-butted. The heart thumpies you are right about. I am thrilled to have met you, and in contrast to the Tewksbury Thought Police's everlasting political correctness, your trenchant honesty goes down like wine. I admire what you have done with your life. It must be very difficult having such a serious facial deformity in |
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