Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Years later, when we met

'How are you doing?' Tim asked,
'Oh, crest of the wave,' I said,
and told him this, that and this,
everything, save that there're days
when it is tough. After the crest,
I could have said to him, comes
the trough. So he too sticking to
the surface, said, 'Life certainly
treats you fine.' 'Nothing as such,'
I thought, 'Tim, nothing as such,
after you left, life and I go dutch.'

(Dorothy Parker & Arnaud D'Usseau in italics)


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