HOW I LIKE TO TALK
I like to talk as if I mean it all, every morsel and
each final word - though I never do. Somebody
told me once I should be in politics. I said I'd
rather be in rags. If everytime I say something
I've got to be holding to it, that'd be enough to
drive me mad and fractious. Crazy, like a loon.
I'd watch the April lunacy rising like every day
was a Mayday festive, singing naked, running
'round that Maypole of Merriment again; just
like in Nathanial Hawthorne - witches and
cauldrons and trials and burnings. Oh jeepers,
how I just should have stayed quiet. How
I really like to talk is in the slow and the
silent way, with no other mannerisms
at all; yes, like in a solo, quiet, with
no accompaniment at all.
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