Overheard III

5 October 2005 at 08:03 Leave a comment

She’s standing at the table with her purse over her shoulder, her coat over her arm, but she’s not going anywhere. Too much to say.

A long good-bye, not of the romantic type. Chatty. The man she’s talking to at the table smokes his cigarette languidly, quaffs his bitter.

“Exactly,” she says, nodding.

She’s very overweight with a short boyish haircut and large gold earrings. She’s dressed very plainly, blue jeans, blue sweater, none of the tummy-exposing clothes that have become de rigeur.

“But then again, I talk a lot.”

I nod to myself. He doesn’t even get a chance to answer a comment before she’s on to another, but he doesn’t seem fussed.

“Sexual exuberance, I’ve got that to spare,” she announces.

And on that note, she leaves.

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
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