Bemusement at the local clothes store as seventeen men
I will do everything except get to the point. As you know. Or
entered the building simultaneously, each cocooned within a
perhaps you don’t. But you do know what I’m talking
dirty brown suit, cut from dog-soiled carpets; they glimmered
about, don’t you? If pressed, I would say that I began
with pride in their foulness, worth its weight in comedic
to notice it around about our fourth meeting; a certain
gold, or so they thought. One of them was as tall as two
gesture originating in the left eye, manifesting itself in a
telephone boxes; his head merely sprinkled with hair, his
wink of sorts (to begin with anyway), and then a sideways
eyes last season’s colour (said the cashier afterwards, to
movement, as if to focus (which in light of more recent
lighten the mood). He was the one that made the moves,
information regarding the quality of your eyesight may well
tracked by a man they hadn’t yet noticed; unsuited,
have been the case). Actually, this might be what I was
unnecessary, carrying a camera: catching the action as
getting at when I broached the subject, or I may have been
it happened. Two telephone boxes tall, the man walked
leading elsewhere. I leave it to you to decide in which
up to the smallest shop assistant in the room and asked
direction I was travelling and, if possible, in which
for her assistance in removing a pair of trousers from a
direction you would like to see me travel. On this last
high shelf. His sincerity was studied. Hers was charming.
point, clarity is welcomed, though I have, on occasion
She fetched a ladder. He folded under the heavy blow.
eschewed it myself, for the sake of it, well, I know not what.
(Pierre Monceau and Jean-Pierre Sertin)
