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

The Friends of Flagg #15

Emily Post
"She was such a handsome woman, looking the way a duchess ought to look. I put my impression in this drawing, which I gave to her.

"She made a virtual trade-mark of it, printing it so many years she wore off the signature. Perhaps I should have posted Emily a bill for use of it. Saturday Emily Post!"

1 comment :

vilstef said...

She could've pointed at Flagg, and said, "I want you. . . to sign this again." But pointing is bad etiquette.