domenica 13 luglio 2008

with love and squalor




Esmé was standing with crossed ankles again. “You're quite sure you won't forget to write that story for me?” she asked. “It doesn't have to be exclusively for me. It can —”
I said there was absolutely no chance that I'd forget. I told her that I'd never written a story for anybody, but that it seemed like exactly the right time to get down to it.
She nodded. “Make it extremely squalid and moving,” she suggested. “Are you at all acquainted with squalor?”
I said not exactly but that I was getting better acquainted with it, in one form or another, all the time, and that I'd do my best to come up to her specifications. We shook hands.


"for Esmè, with love and squalor" J.D. Salinger
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