The Piano Tuner of Earthquakes Page #5
- I wonder if he can sing.
- I think not.
Then he could whistle.
Emmanuel,
With all that facial excreta
and ecstatic nose bleeds!
I think not.
But, er, maybe
there's a role for you, Assumpta.
Oh. I already have one.
I've always had one...
...Emmanuel.
Of course.
The illustrious whore.
Whose garments are wiped clean
by the epileptic's saliva.
Oh, but we did, already,
that one, Emmanuel.
Last year.
You're forgetting.
Maybe your hammer is,
erm, needing... fresh leather?
Assumpta!
'That night, the gardeners' shouts
led me to another automaton.'
'Malvina.'
'She looked at me, she saw me,
she spoke to me, she held my hand.'
'But she called me
someone else's name.'
'Is that why she's here? '
'Because this Adolfo abandoned her,
and then she tried
to take her own life? '
So everything's fodder for tangos,
huh, Mr. Felisberto?
Forgive me, Doctor, I've been here...
Mr. Felisberto, I must draw
your attention to the fact
that the woman
with whom you were seen
trying to engage in conversation
yesterday is a patient of mine.
The lady has suffered
a grave illness.
Her condition, shall we say,
might even be described as, er,
terminal.
So, you will kindly desist
from importuning her any further.
- Importuning? That's the last...
- Have I made myself clear?
Good.
'Then, to my surprise,
to play a small but special role
in his opera.'
'He explained
that it would be a reconstruction
of Madame van Stille's trauma,
and that only by using this therapy
could he ever hope to bring her back
to her more natural self.'
And what was her trauma,
if I may be so bold?
Oh, tragically...
their relationship
the very day before
they were due to be married.
Of course I'd do anything
to help Madame Malvina,
but as I said, my voice is hopeless.
I can't sing.
You needn't.
You will whistle.
I am like certain feminine opera fans
who listen only with their clitoris.
Look closely
at that triangular muscle.
These vocal folds...
...made up from nerves,
blood vessels and membranes.
Then imagine Malvina's.
As delicate as ripening grapes.
A scent just waiting,
anticipating,
dreaming of succumbing
to pollutions of mist and fogs
upon the coolest slopes.
Malvasia.
Mammolo.
Marzemino.
And this sublime prolonged weight
of her vocal cords
around my music,
slowly breaking
the cap of its skin...
...oozing swollen juices,
crushed and glistening vanillas.
'Doctor,
clearly it's you
who's inhaled the spore
of Malvina's voice.'
Malvina.
Adolfo.
See?
Good. Once more.
How many times more?
Kiss me.
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