20/10/2020

hanging in the air like an earth-bound ghost. Diseuse: (canned heat tenor). “Find the weakest baboon.”
Frontier saloon: Fag Baboon dressed in little girl blue dress sings in resigned voice to tune of Alice Blue Gown: “I’m the weakest baboon of them all.”
A freight train separates the Prof, from the juveniles. . . . When the train passes they have fat stomachs and responsible jobs.. . .
Students: “We want Lottie!”
Pro f: “That was in another country, gentlemen. . . .
As I was saying before I was so rudely irrupted by one of
my multiple personalities … troublesome little beasts . ..
consider the Ancient Mariner without curare, lasso, bulbocapnine or straitjacket, albeit able to capture and hold a live audience. . . . What is his hurmp gimmick?
He he he he . . . He does not, like so-called artists at
this time, stop just anyhodij thereby inflicting unsent
for boredom and working random hardship. . . . He
stops those who cannot choose but hear owing to already existing relation between The Mariner (however ancient) and the uh Wedding Guest.. . .
“What the Mariner actually says is not important. . . .
He may be rambling, irrelevant, even crude and rampant senile. But something happens to the Wedding Guest like happens in psychoanalysis when it happens
if it happens. If I may be permitted a slight digression
. . . an anlyst of my acquaintance does all the talking patients listen patiently or not. . . . He reminiscences . . . tells dirty jokes (old ones) achieves counterpoints of idiocy undreamed of by The County Clerk. He is illustrating at some length that nothing can ever be