Palm her, Park her--wot's in a name, eh, Ermie? (And thank you kindly for
the compliments on my complexion and manners!) But poor Dom, cherchezing the
wrong femme and flowing at the mouth like a gala knight. He otter know
better too, as often as he's probably been misIDed himself (Singing Nun?
Jaxon?)--Candice
on 2/25/02 7:37 PM, Erminia Passannanti at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Dom runs and runs and arrives to his hut up the hills and tells the
> shepherds who sees him worried and frawned passing by of
> the story of his unfortunate love for the nurse.
> One thing they are agreed on is that she was a
> virgin when she was born.
>
> Now, as we have seen in the first two installments of this series, some of
> the events described can be checked against other sources.
> Parker tells us that he will become Chief Commander in Sheffield
> jurisdiction, and we have
> independent evidence that this is so.
>
> Dom tells us that Parker will order a massacre of new born virgin nurses
> in the near by hospital, and we have independent evidence that this is so.
>
> But one cannot expect to find the same sort of evidence for or against the
> Nurse’s supposed virginity at birth, a state of virginity that only Dom
> and the shepherds are prepared to believe to.
>
> Those who reject the fact she was
> born as a virgin and is a virgin so far, must assume widespread collective
> hallucination or widespread conspiracy in lying by men with nothing to
> gain by the lie.
>
> I think it unreasonable to ask anyone to believe the love/hate triangle
> Dom/Parker/The Virgin Nurse to be simple.
>
> However, I still think that there are some relevant things to be said in a
> historical context.
>
> Dom throws himself down on the bed, hides his face in the pillow to
> suffocate his sobs.
> Will the sleep smooth down his anguish?
>
> Eminia
>
> On Sun, 24 Feb 2002 16:46:49 +0000, Erminia Passannanti
> <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> (Matter of fact, her skin was silk and that was only a malevolent gossip
>> that had grown around her character among those who had not met her in
>> person yet: a nurse of such beauty and politeness.
>> - My God, Parker, I dream of her day and night.
>> - Can't blame you.
>> - I am fucked up..., added, putting down his cigarette in the ashtray and
>> swallowing down the entire content of the glass before him.
>> - That was my 4 stars drink, did you realized it?
>> - Yeah, I did. Sorry. I did not mean to exploit you beer. - said Dom,
>> staring away, with an expression on his face that Parker judged to be of
>> disproportionate ingratitude.
>> - I regret to have loved such a man. - he groaned.
>> - I can see her bright face from my to-be hospital bed.
>>
>> Parker's heart sunk. 'This is my hour', he thought. Farwell, Dom, sweet
>> angel. Then, said aloud: ' I think I shall have myself appointed Captain
>> in Chief and leave this chaotic town.
>>
>> - I give you permission to do so, parker. I can't hold you here.
>> - At least I will be able to sleep sound in my new bed. You,... you are
>> horrible to me ...you always speak of her...Oh, my God, I was mad...to...
>> - Parker, don't say this. Be compassionate with me. I want that woman. I
>> wished I was safe in her arms...
>> - She is not a woman, she is a ....nurse. - Parker said resentfully.
>> - I need her. I am a poet, and she holds a mirror up to nature, for me...
>>
>> - A big black threatening mirror...that will destroy you.
>> Dom was not listening to Parker. That she would destroy him was a
>> possibility he believed himself to be clever enough to avoid.
>>
>> Parker took his Rizla and lighter and left the pub, dismayed. The street
>> were flooded with water. Dom sat there for a long while, that night,
>> staring out through the window panes, thinking fondly of his nurse
>>
>>
>>
>> On Sun, 24 Feb 2002 13:17:12 -0000, domfox <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>>
>>> Her mouth was so small it might have sealed over in a moment of
>>> forgetfulness. She talked constantly, as if in awareness and mortal dread
>> of
>>> this possibility.
>>>
>>> My collapse, she intimated, was moral. Psychosomatic? I said. But that
>>> wasn't what she meant. As in Victorian fiction, the loss of a female
>>> character's reputation can only be followed by madness and death, the
> body
>>> sinking into a swoon and from a swoon into a fever, so my moral fragility
>>> was a directly physical phenomenon. I could start leaking at any moment.
>>>
>>> Is there no cure? I asked with what I took to be an appearance of
>>> nonchalance. At this she looked stern. Such talk, she said, was
>> symptomatic
>>> of the root disorder. I must stop regarding myself as an invalid in need
>> of
>>> treatment, still less a sufferer of pathologies for which a cure might or
>>> might not be found. My longing for the sickbed, for convalescence and
>>> recovery, for *her*, was unrealistic and unacceptable.
>>>
>>> I don't know what you mean, I said. And by the way, your skin is awful.
>>>
>>> --> Knowledge is the pursuit of ignorance by other means <--
>>> homepage: http://www.geocities.com/domfox
>>> ----- Original Message -----
>>> From: "Candice Ward" <[log in to unmask]>
>>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>>> Sent: Sunday, February 24, 2002 1:16 AM
>>> Subject: Re: Hoaxes and Heteronymity interview
>>>
>>>
>>>> Say, Foxer, o lyricist extraordinaire, did that nurse have bad skin, by
>>> any
>>>> chance? Somebody told me a nurse was going around with my name but alas
>>> and
>>>> alacking the oirish tincture--helluva thing! And then there's the grief
>>>> counselor, and the empress of parking spaces at some university....
>>> Luckily,
>>>> none of them seems to have my big mouth--Candice
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> on 2/23/02 7:34 PM, domfox at [log in to unmask] wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> "Listen Palmer," he said later. The way he said "listen" was meant to
>>> sound
>>>>> urgent. Actually it made him sound drunk, which he was. Palmer, who
>> was
>>>>> drunk also, leaned over the table in the Horse and Jockey with a
>> feigned
>>>>> look of concentration on his face. He had not paid the slightest
>>> attention
>>>>> to anything Dom had said for the past three-quarters of an hour.
>>>>>
>>>>> "Are you listening? You'd better be..."
>>>>>
>>>>> "I'm listening. I'm listening. How's your pint?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "Better than the last one. I spilled that, you know."
>>>>>
>>>>> "I know, old man. I know. I need to piss. Quite urgently, as it
>>> happens."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Well get a move on then. And then come back here and listen to what
> I
>>> have
>>>>> to say."
>>>>>
>>>>> Palmer stood up and lurched in the direction of the toilets. Dom
>> started
>>>>> rolling a cigarette, using Palmer's tobacco and Rizla papers which he
>>> had
>>>>> left on the table. He was still making an awful job of it when Palmer
>>>>> returned. "Where was I?" Palmer said.
>>>>>
>>>>> "You were about to listen to something. That I was about to say. Damn
>>> these
>>>>> Rizlas, I think they're damp."
>>>>>
>>>>> "I think somebody spilled beer on them. What were you about to say?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "Is that cigarette machine over there working?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "Is that it?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "No of course it's not. I just want a cigarette, and I can't get this
>>> Rizla
>>>>> paper to stick together properly."
>>>>>
>>>>> "You don't smoke."
>>>>>
>>>>> "No, but you do. In a minute you'll want another, and you won't be
>> able
>>> to
>>>>> have one, because these Rizla papers of yours are damp. So go and buy
>> a
>>>>> packet of B&H, there's a good chap. And lend me one."
>>>>>
>>>>> "In a minute. I'm on tenterhooks. Literally. I want to know what it
>> was
>>> you
>>>>> were going to tell me."
>>>>>
>>>>> "That nurse..."
>>>>>
>>>>> "I didn't think she was that good-looking."
>>>>>
>>>>> "You misunderstand me. I think she may be working for us."
>>>>>
>>>>> "Quite likely. She was in the infirmary at the ministry, after all.
>>> Wearing
>>>>> one of our staff uniforms. Oh for heaven's sake, give me that."
>>>>>
>>>>> Parker snatched the failed cigarette out of Dom's hand, nearly
>> spilling
>>> what
>>>>> was left of both their pints in the process. He emptied the tobacco
>> from
>>> the
>>>>> damp Rizla paper into his tobacco pouch, then closed the pouch and
>>> tucked it
>>>>> away in his pocket. "Better get some from the machine I suppose. This
>>>>> nurse?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "I don't think she was actually a nurse."
>>>>>
>>>>> "I see. But working for us, all the same?"
>>>>>
>>>>> "Yes. That's what I'm worried about..."
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