The Pillow Book Page #3

I talked to him

and I flattered him,

And I admired all the books

he had yet to write.

you have to sign here.

our first transaction

was strictly financial.

He wanted to pay the bill

but had no money.

He offered to write a check

but had no checkbook.

I volunteered the palm

of my hand.

If I could not seduce

the publisher,

Then perhaps I could seduce

the publisher's lover.

His writing,

in so many languages,

Made me a signpost pointing

east, west, north and south.

I had shoes in German,

stockings in French,

Gloves in Hebrew,

a hat with a veil in Italian.

He only kept me naked where I was

most accustomed to wear clothes.

Shut up.

Go away. Go away.

I would like to honor my

father by becoming a writer.

I could help.

I could learn

new languages...

To make you

understood...

All over the world.

When god made

his first human being-

He painted in the eyes.

And lips.

And the sex.

And when god approved

of his creation-

He was obliged

to sign his name.

There are so many publishers in

the world. Why worry about this one?

I have my reasons.

I suspect it's because

he rejected you so swiftly,

And few people, if any,

have ever done that.

Perhaps.

But... If you're so determined

to be published by him,

The publisher who rejects

you and who loves me...

Then I have a plan.

I could be your messenger.

You could write on me.

And with your permission and, of

course, your blessing, I could, um-

Pay your publishing friend

a visit?

A sacrifice?

But not without pleasure

for you?

Perhaps.

You could be jealous?

Vtamo?

It's worked. He won't

let me go. Wait for me.

He's thinking

of an edition of 3,000...

If there are more, and there

will be more, won't there?

I'll see you this evening.

Wait for me here.

Hey, you are enjoying

it too much.

But with your permission. And only

according to the quality of the writing.

If you don't hurry it along,

I'll be looking for someone else.

You dare.

He's making me wait.

buy some new paper.

Don't get so upset.

you could use me.

Give me two more of these and some

more of this and some stuff for him.

You could have babies.

They're not bad-looking ladies. I

need some skin, two meters and a half.

Sorry?

Back and front.

I could give you

three and a half.

True, but the quality of the paper would

not attract my fastidious publisher.

Jerome! Jerome.

Jerome!

Jerome!

Jerome!

I need you both.

Come with me?

I really do.

It's like wild kingdom.

All right, you're gonna like

this one. This one's funny.

Okay. There are these two lesbians,

all right? And one says to the other-

Oh, keep going. Keep

going. It felt good.

It felt good,

I swear to god.

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