The following is an excerpt from the novel Worldly Ways:
Yes yes, I see you, woman of the worldly ways, woman with the giant cunt that allows not for existence, woman who hits hard in the guise of smiling kindness. Yes yes I see you on the street clutching a newspaper against your tan parka, you who, like legions of others, still wash your face in the New York Times and call yourself learned, you who are heavy on New York irony, you who do the scene in all the five boroughs and in all the outlying counties. I ask how you are, how your children are, and yes, I ask how your weekend has been going, yes your weekend, as if only you are entitled to a weekend, you who would snuff out my life before it has even begun. The words come light from my tongue, but they have fear on them and are my only protection against your death machine. You are not someone on whom to risk silence, for the sins of my past come out when near you, you are the smacking one, that oldest sister of mine, with her hand held high in one of the finest smacking positions the world has ever known. I hold it against you that you tolerate the ink stains from the Times on your tan parka. We are far from reasoning together, you and I, and you would not matter in the least if once upon a time I had not said, in the elevator of the building where we both do live, “Why don’t we get together sometime, huh, huh?” placing myself, through words, in your unforgiving sphere, where anger and domination do reign.
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