And here is the ending of Molly’s 60-page run-on sentence that closes the book. If you read it out loud, it will become immediately clear what is going on, what she is doing:
yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes
Oh my gosh! I haven’t seen this particular bit of writing since my senior year of college when I writhed around on a chair in front of wide eyed 21 year olds and did the monologue in my intercultural communications class. The teacher, Mr. Sauceda had a major Joyce jones and I played to it because I wanted an A. I also had a great time playing this for all it was worth.
Good times.
Thanks for the memory.
Susie, I think I love you.
It’s definitely meant to be read out loud.
Literary troglodyte, that I am, I hear Sally Kellerman in my head when I read that passage…
I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TOBE ANOTHER PERSON TO RAMBLE ON ABOUT ALOT OF BULLSHIT AND I WAS GOING TOBE BORED TO DEATH. I HOPE I CAN GET MY BLOG UP TO YOUR LEVEL. I ENJOYED READING IT.IF YOU GOTO MY BLOG PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW I COULD INPROVE.
uhm … thanks?
but … why do you scream??
Perhaps he has no mouth, and must?