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“So boring,” she groaned into the pillow. “So
boring, so boring, so boring. All I do is lie in this filthy bed and smoke and
talk and sleep and put that thing that manages to get hard into my anatomical
depressions. I hate it, I loathe myself and you
and Paris and everything that’s stinking of decomposition. I’m going to buy a clock, Macdonald, an alarm
clock, and set it for eight o’clock and find out what the world’s doing in the
morning and push into crowded cafeterias at one o’clock and read newspapers and
see the latest films and hate the bad guys and like the good guys and live with
life and die when I’m dead. I’m going to drink one cup of coffee in the morning
and one cup of wine at night. I’m going to sleep when it’s dark and wake when
that bell calls me and I’m going to sleep alone, all alone, until I find a man
who knows when I’m in the bed with him and wants me there and keeps me there.”
“And you’ll sleep for
exactly eight hours and fuck for exactly twenty-two minutes every Saturday
night. And be pregnant exactly eighteen months and have exactly two children,
an exact boy and an equally exact girl and live exactly as long as you breathe
and die exactly once, being exactly exact all the time so
that exactly nothing happens except exactly.”

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