Saturday, June 29, 2013
the last book I ever read (Richard Hell's I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp, excerpt ten)
from Richard Hell's I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp:
I’ve seen over the years how a person sometimes absorbs bits of behavior from friends—speech mannerisms or gestures. It can be eerie to recognize it in yourself after the friend has died. There was a thing Bob would do. Instead of smiling, he would just stretch his lips across his teeth in a cursory sign for “smile.” His eyes wouldn’t change at all, just his mouth for a moment. It was actually friendly—a signal that he was not unwilling to expend the energy to give a little reassurance. I catch myself doing that now and feel switched with Quine for a second.