freescorfr
Awaiting autumn harvests
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- Feb 19, 2002
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Over the past month, since I’ve been on Lit., I’ve had conversations with Americans, the new indigenous of the New World.
I have only ever once had an American friend. He made me laugh so much I broke his ribs. He was a horny bastard and took off with an Irish girl who became a beauty Queen – Miss Rose of Trallee. He used to tell me how much his balls ached if he couldn’t shag her, and I understood this.
It was good transatlantic détente.
That was many years ago. Since then I have lived an American-free existence. It’s possible to do so, even today and especially in France. In Macdonald’s here they use real cheese, so that proves it.
I have had no desire at all to visit the States. None. None
Now I find the question is creeping into my head and I’m beginning to think – I like these people. They’re open, they’re straight, they laugh at themselves, they’re funny, they can write well, they’re sharp, they’re inventive, they feel, they’re good people – and it’s a big place – maybe there’s a lot of them.
I know the imagination does funny things – why we come to lit in the first place.
But is this pure fantasy? Are such thoughts normal? Will it make me go blind? P_p_man – has it made me go blind already? What is reality?
The big question; Is Lit corrupting my faith in Britain, Europe and Greenwich Mean Time?
I have only ever once had an American friend. He made me laugh so much I broke his ribs. He was a horny bastard and took off with an Irish girl who became a beauty Queen – Miss Rose of Trallee. He used to tell me how much his balls ached if he couldn’t shag her, and I understood this.
It was good transatlantic détente.
That was many years ago. Since then I have lived an American-free existence. It’s possible to do so, even today and especially in France. In Macdonald’s here they use real cheese, so that proves it.
I have had no desire at all to visit the States. None. None
Now I find the question is creeping into my head and I’m beginning to think – I like these people. They’re open, they’re straight, they laugh at themselves, they’re funny, they can write well, they’re sharp, they’re inventive, they feel, they’re good people – and it’s a big place – maybe there’s a lot of them.
I know the imagination does funny things – why we come to lit in the first place.
But is this pure fantasy? Are such thoughts normal? Will it make me go blind? P_p_man – has it made me go blind already? What is reality?
The big question; Is Lit corrupting my faith in Britain, Europe and Greenwich Mean Time?