Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Silence
What Maisie Knew, Henry James:
"There was an extraordinary mute passage between her vision of this vision of his, his vision of her vision, and her vision of his vision of her vision."
And then lies today, as some manager type approaches me in the corridor:
MT: "Are you back as a contractor?"
Cynic: "Yes" ....feeling sheepish about my T-shirt that reads "Check out my socks, do they match?"
MT: "I didn't think they did that sort of thing"
Cynic: "Well, it had been about a year and a half"
// cough - lies
MT: "hmmm"
Cynic: "and Adabas skills are hard to come by"
// Cynic hurries away, expecting to see his contract set on fire from the heat of envy alone.
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