Monday, December 13, 2010

Sophisticated - God, I'm sophisticated.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon? Cried Daisy, and the day after that, and the next thirty years?

I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

I KNOW. I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything…Sophisticated - God, I'm sophisticated.

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