The proceeding was scheduled for 10 A.M., and anyone could attend. It was in many ways a normal day, albeit with a little more electricity in the air and more guards in the lobby. They were on high alert, but were also chatty; when a woman set off the metal detector, a guard told her to take off her shoes. "Shoe violation," he said. "Shoe violation?" she said back. The guard then sang the words "shoe violation" to the melody of "She Works Hard for the Money."
The New Yorker
"Talk of the Town" piece on the Madoff hearing
I’ve heard it remarked that your work is “too sophisticated” for American readers, in that it offers no scenes of violence—and “too subtle,” in that its message is somewhat veiled. What do you say?
Unlike the wilds of Texas, there is very little violence over here. A bit of child killing, of course, but no straight shootin’. After ﬁfty, one ceases to digest; as someone once said: “I just ferment my food now.” Most of us walk crabwise to meals and everything else. The oblique approach in middle age is the safest thing. The unusual at this period is to get anywhere at all—Goddamn!
And how about “subtle”?
I don’t follow. Suttee, as I understand it, is the suicide—now forbidden—of a Hindu wife on her husband’s ﬂaming pyre. I don’t want my wife to do that when my time comes—and with great respect, as I know her, she won’t . . .
I’m sorry, you misheard me; I said, “subtle”—that the message was too subtle.
Oh, subtle. How dull!
FUCK ME IN A SKI MASK - w4m - 35 (East Village)
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 2007-06-15, 11:56AM EDT
I really get off on being humiliated by hung, dominant men.
I am 35, 5'3", with shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes, and about 130 pounds.
My friend's younger brother got me into this scene. He is only 19, and very verbal. He comes over to my place, gets undressed in the hallway, and when he walks into my room, he has a huge erection and is wearing a mask.
He fucks me and calls me a whore, and then he leaves.
Are there any other guys who might be into this? He said he'd like to try a group of 4-5 guys with him.
INTERIOR — MAGAZINE SHOP
WOODY ALLEN is trying to browse the adult magazines without the other customers noticing.
Get a copy of Time magazine... and I think I'll take Commentary... and the Saturday Review.
(glances around cautiously)
And, uh... let's see, Newsweek.
I'll just... grab one of these.
WOODY brings his magazines to the counter and hands them to the CASHIER.
(trying to act casual)
I'll take 'em all.
Fifty, a dollar, dollar and a quarter...
(shouting across store to fellow clerk)
Hey, Ralph, how much is a copy of Orgasm?
Just put 'em in a bag, will you?
(across store to CASHIER)
Orgasm! This man wants to buy a copy. How much is it?
Hey son. Hey boy. Let's you and me go out and throw the ball around. Throw the ball around. You don't want to go out and throw the ball around? How come you don't want to go out and throw the ball around? I know why you don't want to go out and throw the ball around. It's cause you—Let's don't discuss it. It don't bear thinkin' about. Well let's see, you don't want to go out and throw the ball around, you can hep me work on the patio. You want to hep me work on the patio? Sure you do. Sure you do. We gonna have us a fine-lookin' patio there, boy, when we get it finished. Them folks across the street are just about gonna fall out when they see it. C'mon kid, I'll let you hold the level. And this time I want you to hold the fucking thing straight. I want you to hold it straight. It ain't difficult, any idiot can do it. A nigger can do it. We're gonna stick it to them mothers across the street, they think they're so fine. Flee from the wrath to come, boy, that's what I always say. Seen it on a sign one time, FLEE FROM THE WRATH TO COME. Crazy guy goin' down the street holdin' this sign, see, FLEE FROM THE WRATH TO COME, it tickled me. Went round for days sayin' it out loud to myself, flee from the wrath to come, flee from the wrath to come. Couldn't get it outa my head. See they're talkin' 'bout God there, that's what that's all about, God, see boy, God. It's this God shit they try and hand you, see, they got a whole routine, see, let's don't talk about it, gets me all pissed off. It fries my ass. Your mother goes for all that shit, see, and of course your mother is a fine woman and a sensible woman but she's just a little bit ape on this church thing we don't discuss it. She has her way and I got mine, we don't discuss it. She's a little bit ape on this subject, see, I don't blame her it was the way she was raised. Her mother was ape on this subject. That's how the churches make their money, see, they get the women. All these dumb-ass women. Hold it straight kid. That's better. Now run me a line down that form with the pencil. I gave you the pencil. What'd you do with the fuckin' pencil? Jesus Christ kid find the pencil. OK go in the house and get me another pencil. Hurry up I can't stand here holdin' this all day. Wait a minute here's the pencil. OK. I got it. Now hold it straight and run me a line down that form. Not that way dummy, on the horizontal. You think we're buildin' a barn? That's right. Good. Now run the line. Good. OK now go over there and fetch me the square. Square's the flat one, looks like a L. Like this, look. Good. Thank you. OK now hold that mother up against the form where you made the line. That's so we get this side of it square, see? OK now hold the board and lemme just put in the stakes. HOLD IT STILL DAMN IT. How you think I can put in the stakes with you wavin' the damn thing around like that? Hold it still. Check it with the square again. OK, is it square? Now hold it still. Still. OK. That's got it. How come you're tremblin'? Nothin' to it, all you got to do is hold one little bitty piece of one-by-six straight for two minutes and you go into a fit? Now stop that. Stop it. I said stop it. Now just take it easy. You like heppin' me with the patio, don'tcha? Just think 'bout when its finished and we be sittin' out here with our drinks drinkin' our drinks and them jackasses 'cross the street will be shittin'. From green envy. Flee from the wrath to come, boy, flee from the wrath to come. He he.
from "A Manual for Sons"
Living on his island of Tetioroa, Brando created what he called "real-life Mounds Bars" by cracking open a coconut, melting some chocolate in the sun, then stirring it into the coconut for a tasty treat.
Even on a sunny day in London, as he strolled through a park in evident pleasure, when a friend remarked that it was a day that made one glad to be alive, Beckett turned and said, "I wouldn’t go that far."
January 8, 1990
The Yazidis are a tiny Gnostic-Sufi-Zoroastrian sect of ethnic Kurds based in Iraq who avoid wearing the color blue, pronouncing words beginning with sh, and eating lettuce.
Reports of the Yazidis' beliefs vary. This may be because those reports vary in accuracy, or because there are actually variations in what they believe (there is no written tradition to refer to). Or it may be that the Yazidis at times dissemble their beliefs to avoid persecution. Yazidis are known as devil-worshippers and consequently are often persecuted.
In any case, according to some the Yazidis believe that the fallen archangel Satan will one day repent and be restored to his place at God's right hand, at which time he’ll remember the one sect in the world who honored him while he was under disgrace.
Others say the Yazidis believe Satan has already repented—his tears of repentance having extinguished the fires of hell—and is even now back in his old place as the lord of this world.