August 12, 2004
racing?
Can my thoughts be called racing thoughts if they're only racing between show tunes and commercials and Sesame Street?
My Fair Lady, Guys and Dolls, The King and I: they're jumping around in my noggin. Then there’s the Pepsi commercial, since I’ve got the right one, baby. Uh huh. I've got the Real Cheese commercial, in which the man sings, “Pizza, gnocchi, and cannoli…so gooooooood! With reeeal cheese!” Loving care wants me to "wash that gray right outta my hair!"
It needs to stop. It needs to stop RIGHT NOW. (cause we're workin' on some hot stuff, baby, this evening...) Now. Stop now. (rainy days and mondays...) Stop. (viva las vegas!) Stop! Dammit.
Thus, I shall share more of my fabu book.
These two are fun-fun bits from the time before the Germans have shown up.
”An Englishman in the ocean is always dangerous,” said the chief [of police].
”Why is it that after looking at a German you can feel a sense of relief akin to elation by looking at a rock or a vegetable?”
The theme of depraved Nazi sexuality.
He was thinking about what he would do when he arrived with the victorious German army in America. He would go to all the gold-plated brothels and the movie studios that America was made of and enjoy them and the loose, champagne women that swarm about the country. He would have a long, powerful automobile and one of the loose American female mongrels and a bottle of champagne and step on the gas.
He thought of that wonderful night in Warsaw when he and seven of his companions had found a fifteen-year-old girl in a prosperous section of the city and attacked her in her parents’ library. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life. Warsaw was a wonderful place.
He thought of the exciting pleasure, incomparable with any other sensation that he had ever had, the first time he had beaten a Jew with his rifle, first the old man’s ribs and then his head until it looked like a sponge.
And now we’ll take a look at the semi-shocking, completely pervasive theme of homosexual Nazi love.
This involves Captain Muller and the Baron von Orsted
Here’s hint one.
He got the impression that Captain Muller had expected a woman to dine with him. He didn’t know why he thought this; perhaps it was merely the two places set at the table that gave him the conventional picture of a man and a woman eating together.
hint two
”You do not trust me?”
“It does not matter, Baron. I like you. That is enough, isn’t it?”
He patted the baron’s knee as though it were the head of a puppy.
“At least we have made favorable impressions on each other,” the baron forced himself to say.
“I am glad you said that. I want us to like each other. A soldier’s life in wartime is quite an official thing, and it will be pleasant for me to know a German civilian while I am here. I like my men, but still they are the everlasting soldier. To me you are relaxation.”
Hint three
”Did you know you that you have the most interesting hands?”
“No. Really?”
To the baron’s displeasure, so that he had to suppress a shudder, the captain sat down beside him and took his hand and studied it. The baron had an uncanny feeling that the captain enjoyed touching him…
“My men are always in the right. That is what I like about men.” He drew a deep breath. “Men, men, men. Have you thought much about them, Baron? That is why I looked at your hand. Men are an everlasting stimulation to me and the man that Germany has created is nearer to God than any other before him…”
“Do you share with me the glorious excitement associated with men?”
“…Oh, Baron, give me one strong man and I will give you the world.”
…There was something half-developed about him, like some secret monstrosity kept in alcohol out of the sight of laymen only for examination by doctors; he was only half a human being.
Apparently gay people are okay to dislike. Good thing there are Nazis to take care of them, right?
No, not so much.
Posted by dotty at August 12, 2004 11:59 PM