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 n the airplane to France I listened to a man talk. He was a tall stooped man with wet-looking gray hair that spiraled in tight natural curls past his ears. His face was pleasant. He had broad lips and clean-shaven unwrinkled tan cheeks. On my way to the toilet he looked at me; his eyes were remote and kind and blue. When he talked his neck was bent forward and his fuzzy eyebrows furrowed over the straight top rim of his glasses.
I maintain a high interest in capitalism because it is vibrant and that has been specifically proven . . .
His voice came in and out of my ears.
. . . relevant and the points you made particularly . . . modus operandi to reconstruct . . . and the understanding and visualization of the, of the, of the thought and how does it expose itself to, but how does it a, a, a relate to, uhm, a, other European literature . . .
His subject was never clear to me; but I imagined him as somebody who thought important ideas, at least at first. He seemed, somehow, a lonely man, and I wondered what he would do in Paris. I wasnt sure if I should feel glad or sad for the passenger he spoke to. The hangover I was recovering from was trying to sleep off kept me increasing my desire to intercede. Because I really, in some simple way, wished to gain more insight into his mind. His words were so peculiar.
Well no not presently. I pretty much have to isolate so many things to my world and the world about me at the present time . . . a general focus, my particular life has had an extremely broad spectrum of interests . . .
It was, what do you say, a kind of inelegant prose the constituent parts of which, I thought, formed a poetry. Something I was sure William would understand.
There’s a breakdown in the understanding of contemporarism . . .
Indeed, it occurred to me he might be famous. It was as if, in what I didn’t hear, the subject of apocalyptic fears, millennial violence, and political discord rested. But he never quite explained how he thought about these things, or I never did quite hear his explanation, my sleeping pills may have worked too quickly, I may have been away from my mind.
We have certain language terms that are effective . . . sometimes I use two words in explanation of something. . . . Example, referring to last night, when I asked a couple of questions they were unknowledgeable and they could not express sensibly an answer to any question. They were totally devoid of information on the subject . . .
When we disembarked I felt much better and thought to look for the gentleman in customs or else at the luggage wheel, but he was nowhere.
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