Monday, February 16, 2009
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer By Mark Twain.
The Jelly Bean
The Offshore Pirate
Porcelain and Pink
Porcelain in pink is a wonderful one act play Scott Fitzgerald wrote for the magazine Smart Set in 1922. It has "elegantly crude humor" as my sister put it. He asks what are you wearing and Lois just can't say "nothing". It's the 1920's for goodness sake. So she describes her skin. The man never realizes.My sister Rae was rolling on the floor with laughter once she got it. It's very difficult to explain. I'll just paste it. Here:
THE YOUNG MAN: (Sentimentally) It's so nice talking to you like this--when you're merely a voice. I'm rather glad I can't see you.
JULIE: (Gratefully) So am I.
THE YOUNG MAN: What color are you wearing?
JULIE: (After a critical survey of her shoulders) Why, I guess it's a sort of pinkish white.
THE YOUNG MAN: Is it becoming to you?
JULIE: Very. It's--it's old. I've had it for a long while.
THE YOUNG MAN: I thought you hated old clothes.
JULIE: I do but this was a birthday present and I sort of have to wear it.
THE YOUNG MAN: Pinkish-white. Well I'll bet it's divine. Is it in style?
JULIE: Quite. It's very simple, standard model.
Isn't that just quaint? I can't get a rid of double spacing. Sorry. Lois is the same delightful character through the entire thing. She is truly in her own world and seems to enjoy making thoughtful yet, ridiculous answers. Birthday suit? Pinkish white? Oh dear, the puritans would have truly hated this girl.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Downstairs she opened the big front door, closed it carefully behind her, and feeling oddly happy and exuberant stepped off the porch into the moonlight, swinging her heavy grip like a shopping-bag. After a minute's brisk walk she discovered that her left hand still held the two blond braids. She laughed unexpectedly- had to shut her mouth hard to keep from emitting an absolute peal. She was passing Warren's house now, and on a impulse she set down her baggage, and swinging the braids like pieces of rope flung them at the wooden porch, where they landed with a slight thud. She laughed again no longer restraining herself. "Huh!" She giggled wildly. "Scalp the selfish thing!" Then picking up her suitcase she set off at a half-run down the moonlit street.
What a delightful stretch of words. Marjorie deceives Bernice into getting her hair cut into a bob and almost shames her in front of the whole crowd. So Bernice cuts her hair, giving Marjorie-the-bad-word a bob.
Collected Stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Franny and Zooey. It's all about Franny.
The confusion is from the Phone call Franny received. Was it really Buddy or was it Zooey. I thinks its Zooey. He picked up the Phone and made a local call. He could not have been calling Buddy whose number was not local. It's all very confusing because the writer wrote it so that it could have been either.
The fat lady was a very nice touch. Shine your shoes for the fat lady says Seymore. So in his head when he's on the radio or television he thinks about the fat lady sitting in her chair at home listening to the radio all day long. There is always someone there who is listening and believes in them and what they have say. Jesus Christ.