This is the opening from a Donald Barthelme short story:
-C'mon Hilda don't fret.
-Well Maggie it's a blow.
-Don't let it bother you, don't let it get you down.
-Once I thought they were going to admit me to the Conservatory but now I know they will never admit me to the Conservatory.
-Yes they are very particular about who they admit to the Conservatory. They will never admit you to the Conservatory.
-They will never admit me to the Conservatory, I know that now.
-You are not Conservatory material, I'm afraid. That's the plain truth of it.
-You're not important, they told me, just remember that, you're not important, what's so important about you? What?
Kind of reminds me of something. Something about, I don't know, being an artist?
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4 comments:
I love Donald Barthelme. He is funny.
You know how much I love him...and this story!!!
I love that you love him. Not enough people know his wonderful stories. He is Godliness.
Oh My God!!! I know. Hokie Mokie is the king of jazz! I feel like I should devote more posts to quoting him. However you may be the only one who truly understands his brilliance!!!
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