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
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Yves Montand is in the background, and they were also an item :D
My goodness, Yves Montand thought.
The guy on the right either has great peripheral vision or an iron will to be cool.
And by today's standards she'd be considered overweight. What a ridiculous world we live in.
Oh, great. Now I won't get any sleep tonight.
Guess who got himself one of those hypnotic discs for $1?
looks a little like Bogie down there with an Oral Roberts Do..
Monroe once commented that she never considered her legs all that special, in fact she deemed them rather short and stumpy. But the way she used them...
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