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Meursault: (surprised) But I don't want to make love to her. I just like her nose. Prufrock: So she's not good enough for you. So you pass her off to me. Is that what it is? Meursault: No, I just thought you wanted to sleep with her. Prufrock: I never said that. Meursault: And all I ever said was that she had a nice nose. Prufrock: So you judge a whore by her nose. Meursault: No, usually it's by the curve of her ears. I like them to have small ears. Prufrock: Don't you want the rest of them? Meursault: Sure, but mostly the ears. The last one I was with had gigantic ears. Prufrock: Was it bad? Meursault: The place was, the lonely women reminded me too much of my cheesecake. Prufrock: Your cheesecake? Meursault: Well, normally cheesecake is moist. I like it moist, but this was soggy. Definitely soggy. Sort of wet, not really spongy. I hate cheesecake like that. Prufrock: So you went there for the night to escape the bad cheesecake? Meursault: Well, I was eating my cheesecake with this little plastic fork, the way I walkways eat my cheesecake. And I realized how ugly it was. How wet and messy and the plastic fork made me nauseous in its flimsiness. So I went to the whorehouse to kind of round out my evening of ugly cheesecake. Prufrock: Oh, I never thought of it that. Meursault: (walking clumsily to the edge) Come on, it's time to jump. You can ask the fish if they'll make love to you. |
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