this en that

не се сещам с кого да сравня Том Робинс. бих се изразила така - he's beyond.
still life with woodpecker, jitterbug perfume, skinny legs and all, half asleep in frog pajamas и villa incognito. сега съм на even cowgirls get the blues.
6 от 8. още малко и мога официално да се нарека die-hard fan. междувременно се чудя усилено как може повечето от тези книги да са писани преди 20 години. хич не звучат така.
съдба, казал паулу коелю, почесвайки се по гз (докато една манекенка го гледала с възхищение).

tom-robbins-to-go:

Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not. Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning or an end. Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm. There is only one serious question. And that question is: 'Who knows how to make love stay?'

и още малко после:

Who knows how to make love stay? Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay. Tell love you want a memento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.