Small Talk
Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 7:43 amWhen I was nine, oh fewer years ago now than I care to remember, hum, hum! my mother told me that in life one could either be an elf or a pixie. What she meant by that, I fully suppose you may be able all too readily to guess. But her remarks set me thinking and from that moment on I purposed to be worthy of her admonitions and advisalments. I suppose I can look back on my whole life as a kind of quest, a search, a hunt, an interrogation if you like. Yesterday was my birthday, I won't tell you which, because I hate you, and I celebrated it in fine style, in the company of a cold bottle of Chablis and a couple of prostitutes. I suppose in a sense my quest has come full circle, OR RATHER, my hunt is over and I can rest now. Goodnight.
