Lone Ranger Or Wolfman?
“It seems as if my life is taking forever to take place,” Dogger Gatsby said, coming out of Dresden’s guest bedroom and rubbing his forehead. “Sometimes I wish it would get over with.”
More immediately, he was wishing he hadn’t smoked that pot last night. He wasn’t used to it any more and he felt like he was lost in a fog.
“That’s better than nothing,” Dresden grinned.
“Slow motion is better than no motion at all, you mean?”
“Something like that, I guess,” Dresden yawned.”
“I don’t think I care much for that.”
“Oh, hell,” she told him, “we couldn’t make you happy if we shot you in the ass with a shiny silver bullet!”
“What does that mean?” Dogger asked.
“I dunno, but it sounds right. It sounds like something that would apply to you.”
He wondered if she was referring to the Lone Ranger or the Wolfman. The latter, probably, he thought. Then he shrugged and opened the refrigerator door to see if she had a Coke. He reached in and got one.
He wasn’t as casual as he acted. He wanted to just come out with it and tell her that he was hungry for love and attention, that he was always restless, searching, failing. Except that he was nowhere near as efficient or successful an organism, he might have told her that he was like a shark, swimming without repose in a shadowed blundering world. That’s what he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t. It would be like ripping himself open with a hook and using his insides for chum, but sharks wouldn’t even have be attracted. He could handle the job himself. He wasn’t nimble enough anymore to claim that he was in love with her. Still, he felt something and yet knew he had to be quiet about it. Dresden had heard most of it before, anyway.
Reasons Why The English Language Is So Hard To Learn
There's a new blog that I found called Still Thinking, by "Rohit", a pseudonym, I believe, of a young Indian man (I think he said 29) who is restudying English grammar. Talk about making me feel old and slow and un-ambitious! He admits that this post isn't his, that he's just filling space by including this list that was emailed to him in a fashion that didn’t recognize any authorship. He thought it was amusing, though, and so do I. Somewhere along the line, someone didn't take credit or give credit for it; maybe it just grew there among the emails like algae or an amoeba.
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