MY DIATRIBE
AGAINST LUCINDA SCOTH
'Your mind is like a fetid swamp where buffalo
drag their rumps across the muddy depths. You
give no solace and, cetainly, take none back. I've
seen you undress in full view of landlords and
boozers. You stink like Hell and your body's
as bent : as bent as any newspaper storyline
ever was, as bent as a judge's search for the
truth, as bent as the path of that bullet going
for Kennedy's head. And, for now, sweetheart
that's really all I have to say.'
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