The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

So Loathsome I Could Cry #6

The Duke and Duchess of Windsor


Brent McKee said...

For the life of me I never saw how she managed to attract him. On the whole though, the British were better off that she did. The abdication brought a far better man to the throne.

Vanwall said...

Hidden talents?

Tom Sutpen said...

I doubt it. Unless you mean his clandestine espionage on behalf of the Nazis (which she would have approved of, I don't doubt, if she knew about it)

Brent McKee said...

I believe the "hidden talents" Vanwall is referring to relate to the rumours of "skills" she learned in a Shanghai whorehouse. That at least is the legend, as is the story of an affair with Count Ciano (later Mussolini's son-in-law and Foreign Minister) which produced a pregnancy and a botched abortion.

Vanwall said...

Exakery, Mr. McKee! True or not, I don't doubt she got there by hook or by crook, and more of the former than the latter. The best call girls are sympathetic listeners with hidden control, or so I've heard. She may have had the physiognomy of a filly, but she had "a built on her", as they used to say. Certain hidden charms are often VERY well hidden.

I used to work in an office that had two women, one an absolute centerfold-class, wild, knock-out in her late 20's, and t'other was a dumpy, ditzy, overly-made-up lady in her late fifties. Somehow, with no obvious signs beforehand, the oldest guy in the office, close to retirement and his fishin' days, was hooked and gaffed by the wild girl and they married, (albeit for a short time - he aged considerably keepin' up with that girl!), much to the dismay of the older lady, who'd kinda set her sites on him, but it wasn't a hostile end, as she was kinda ditzy, as I mentioned. Someone in the office mused aloud, "How in the hell did she land him?", someone else offered, "She must've given him a helluva blow job!", and to our utter surprise, the old ditz said out loud, "That's cause he didn't give me a chance first!" Holy cow, was I ever utterly surprised! Immediately she became legendary - and then came the kicker. About a year later, an elderly gentleman was in the office and couldn't stop staring at her. They never spoke a word, but I could tell they knew each other, and after she left for lunch, he let us in on it - she used to work at an aircraft plant when she was young and cute, and she was wilder than that younger girl could prolly ever imagine. Her lovers numbered literally in the hundreds, and this old guy said she gave the best oral he'd ever had, bar none! Damn! I figure maybe she missed out on meeting some rich Englishman at the Hotel Del Coronado, and that's why she ended up answering phones for us.

Keith said...

Pardon me, sir and madam, whilst I fart.