MINTS TO THE OPERA
['You're trying to affect my
longevity, Stevie. I will have
my juiced alliance with the sun,
forevermore : the style of all
my things remains unchanged.
Tophat, coat and collar - and
the famous Dame over in the
corner, that's her third cigarette
in a row. 'I do not Belzar, just
do not like him - I don't know
what it is.' The black fellow wearing
the big apron (what is this, the South
again?), he's carrying a tray of winding
foods. 'Come back again, those little
loaves are good!' The guy was telling
me, just now, be bought a brand new
Lincoln but he doesn't like it one tiny
bit. I took these mints to the opera -
they're surprisingly good, and they
don't make a sound.']
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