When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair And it’s one more beer and I don’t hear you anymore We’ve all gone crazy lately My friends out [...]

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What’s that smell in this room? Didn’t you notice it Brick? Didn’t you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendacity in this room?…There ain’t nothin’ more powerful than the odor of mendacity…You can smell it. It smells like death.

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Don’t kid yourself, I might say, You’ll get old whether you want to or not. I’ll point out that Peter Pan is actually a very sad story. There’s nothing sexy about a fifty-year-old man in green tights. I might also say, People don’t change. Or, Apologies are meaningless. Or, The only thing worse than an [...]

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He spoke again, slowly, using his strength as carefully as an out-of-work show-girl uses her last good pair of stockings. “If you don’t leave, I’ll get somebody who will.”

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Down the hall came the wife. She was glorious, burning. She didn’t know yet that her husband was dead. We knew. That’s what gave her such power over us. The doctor took her into a room with a desk at the end of the hall, and from under the closed door a slab of brilliance [...]

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