' Brodsky didn't argue but took ten seconds or so to arrange his thoughts. So he went to the Hotel Miramar, and the night clerk was a woman in her sixties who knew everystreet in Santa Barbara and knew very well the location of the Le Braz “place. Below this there is more copy, but Henry doesn't bother reading it. 'Do you promise?' Pearly's red-fizzed tongue came out and licked at his parched lips.
The man currently addressing them is a guy Henry has seen before, a lawyer named Dave Bocklin. Peculiar outfit, sophisticated security system, I had a strong feeling they came from,well, I’m not sure where. The Waking © 1953 by Theodore Roethke from Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke bv Theodore Roethke, used by permission of Doubleday, a division of Random House, Inc. One of my eyes is all fucked up, too.
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