Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Doctor O'Connor om å være menneske

Which reminds me of Mademoiselle Basquette who was damned from the waist down, a girl whitout legs, built like a medieval abuse. She used to wheel herself through the Pyrenees on a board. (...) Well, in any case,' the doctor went on rolling down his gloves, 'a sailor saw her one day and fell in love with her. She was going uphill and the sun was shining all over her back, it made a saddle across her bent neck and flickered along the curls of her head, gorgeous and bereft as the figure head of a Norse vessel that the ship has abandoned. So he snatched her up, board and all, and took her away and had his will; when he got good and tired of her, just for gallantry, he put her down on her board about five miles out of town, so she had to roll herself back again, weeping something fearful to see, because one is accustomed to see tears falling down to the feet. Ah truly, a pine board may come up to the chin of a woman, and still she will find reason to weep. I tell you Madame, if one gave birth to a heart on a plate, it would say «Love» and twitch like the lopped leg of a frog.'
'Wunderbar!' exclaimed Frau Mann. 'Wunderbar, my God!'

Djuna Barnes

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