Posted by sigismund on March 6, 2013, at 17:07:14
In reply to Is it lazy?, posted by sleepygirl2 on March 6, 2013, at 9:41:45
There is a poem by Eliot, Hysteria, which covers this well. Is it in French in the original?
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
My first shrink said I had no sense of identity, but that was 40 years ago. I do now, or at least I have carved out a niche with my strengths and weaknesses.
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