Finally, I got out of the house. Hope I can catch this bus--hey, wait!! Whew, he saw me. Good, a seat by myself. (Pulls out a copy of The Portable Dorothy Parker and begins reading.) Hmm, someone else shares my views on love:
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| Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, |
| A medley of extemporanea; |
| And love is a thing that can never go wrong; |
| And I am Marie of Roumania. |
(Sigh)Too true, too true. (Looking up from the book) Say, look at her. She certainly is a brave soul with all of those tattoos. I could never do anything so outrageous. But her long hair is beautiful! I wouldn't have hair that long ever again. It was a wonder that I got the nerve up to get this bob. Very Dorothy Parker, I must say. Oh, here's my stop!
(Entering the bookstore)What a crowd! What's going on? Oh, a book-signing. That'll be me someday, the beautiful woman of mystery sitting behind the table signing, "To--well, the name doesn't matter now--It was fabulous meeting you. Take care--(Crash) "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." This guy seems nice enough. He was very apologetic, even though it was my fault. I really should stop daydreaming, but I'm just not happy enough with my own life to stay with both feet on the ground. Mary Lou must think I've completely lost my mind. And maybe she's right. Why would anyone in their right minds stay in a job where there is no satisfaction save the miniscule amount of creative energy I get to expend? But what could I do? Ah, here it is--the latest copy of Writer's Digest. And I think I'll pick up a copy of Films of the Golden Age for this month while I'm here. Hey, that guy just picked up one of the cards I wrote! Oh, Jeepers! I'd better hurry if I'm going to make the movie on time!