Thursday, November 23, 2006
sweerthearts and wives
"so we did hoist and topple a few, and newt's tongue was loosened enough to tell me some things about zinka, his russian midget dancer friend. their love nest, he told me, had been in his father's cottage in cape cod.
'i may not ever hava marriage, but at least i've had a honeymoon.'
he told me of idyllic hours he and his zinka had spent in each other's arms, cradled in felix hoenikker's old white wicker chair, the chair that faced the sea.
and zinka would dance for him. 'imagine a woman dancing just for me.'
'i can see you have no regrets.'
'she broke my heart. i didn't like that much. but that was the price. in this world, you get what you pay for.'
he proposed a gallant toast. 'sweethearts and wives,' he cried"
---from cat's cradle, by kurt vonnegut
'i may not ever hava marriage, but at least i've had a honeymoon.'
he told me of idyllic hours he and his zinka had spent in each other's arms, cradled in felix hoenikker's old white wicker chair, the chair that faced the sea.
and zinka would dance for him. 'imagine a woman dancing just for me.'
'i can see you have no regrets.'
'she broke my heart. i didn't like that much. but that was the price. in this world, you get what you pay for.'
he proposed a gallant toast. 'sweethearts and wives,' he cried"
---from cat's cradle, by kurt vonnegut
# posted by Sweatpants Money : 11/23/2006 09:39:00 AM
