talking to Emma. Pink ation failures visible, blasted sumac, iris, pigue pants, green fatigue s.
Looking very beautiful ther said.
Oh am I, said Emma.
You are a very her said.
No no, said Emma, just ordinary. Just an ordinary housands.
Not at all, not at all. Now I ime many a one.
Yes, Emma said, I believe it.
Some stunning beauties. Some extraordinary ladies. I can distinguis. You are sui generis one might say.
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No no no, said te remarkable. the bosom, for example.
Yes, said Emma, t adequate.
Adequate! a s like in ty years.
Yes, said Emma, t passable.
I to t of te of Gyrene if you ake off your s so I could see it better.
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I remember a bosom, t be a better bosom t be a iful, bosoms, all beautiful, eacs oalk of quot;betterquot; and quot;; its apples and oranges, really.
bosom is t t you remember?
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And t o it?
Groy, still beating ion t table, I appointments, in retrospect.
Fretfulness of Emma. Adjustment of s, etc. Pulling up of pants. Nervous play of fingers about t.
I am old, said t is; to s is under your s.
ts not it, said Emma. then she changed her mind.
t is it, she said.
is ed. You are making me feel like the Congress of Vienna!
Nonsense, said Emma, taking as good as you ever were.
to bed s in your ear. Pos.
Yes, Emma said, secrets, ts t part, ts. t part in my opinion is buying ture. Picking out toainless steel. tted plant. ter for t object. the can opener.
Emma begins lacion (serious).
the colander.
her.
I tears. Salad after salad. I am h salads.
Dont cry, please.
I am so good h salads, she said.
I am sure you are.
Only virgin imported fresalian olive oil. Sliced musitutionalized tomatoes, from a little place I kno. Coke, or sno, sprinkled on top along , pepper, parsley, prepared mustard --
Come to bed, dear salad-o bed h me.
No I , said Emma. Pardon me for saying it but you are, you are, you are too old.
t of the road.
Dont do t, dear friend, said Emma, plucking at doesnt help.