The Whole Wide World Page #3

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with what they think.

When I'm writing,

I am working.

You know that.

I get to going on a yarn,

I can't be disturbed.

You just misunderstood.

I'm sure I did.

It's a pretty night.

Yes, ma'am.

Things are in

the sear and yellow leaf.

That's a beautiful

harvest moon.

I suppose you're

responsible for it.

By all means. I designed that

specially for you.

Oh, you knew I was coming over?

You're damn right I did.

I was going along

with old Conan,

and suddenly,

you popped out of

the typewriter.

I said to myself,

"Robert Howard,

you big, ugly lummox,

there's a girl who's going

to appreciate your moonlight."

I think you're a poet.

Well, girl,

there's not many women

that can appreciate

a thing like that.

I do.

Well, you're one in a million.

One in a million!

Why don't you tell me

about your

character, Conan?

Conan?

Conan is the damnedest bastard

there ever was.

He's got

a long black mane of hair,

crystal blue eyes.

He's a fighter.

Born on a battlefield.

To him, combat's a way of life.

It's all he's ever known,

all he ever wants to know.

He's no soldier

who was taught to fight.

To him, fighting

[SWORD SLIDING FROM SHEATH]

is an instinct.

It's a part of him,

[SWORD CLANGS]

like his legs, his arms,

his chest, his bull neck.

and believe me,

he don't take it from nobody.

He'll fight man, beast,

devil or god,

and when those women

feel those tree-trunk firm arms

around their waist,

[WOMAN SIGHING]

well, they melt like butter

on a hot skillet.

Aw, hell.

I've been blabbing

all night long.

Hey, girl, why don't you

tell me to shut up?

Let you talk

for a while.

Tell me

about teaching school.

Those kids

ever give you any trouble?

Never.

Not if they know

what's good for them.

I don't take it from nobody...

man, beast, devil,

or student.

I'll bet you don't.

Novalyne, I want to

ask you a question.

If it's none

of my business,

you tell me

pretty damn quick.

Don't you worry. I will.

I want to know

about you and Clyde.

I was wondering if...

well, you might still be

carrying a torch for him.

Clyde happens

to be married,

in case

you haven't heard.

He's a good friend of mine,

and he always will be,

but that's all.

You're not heartbroken?

I've got a strong

heart, Bob.

Well, good.

Now that's settled,

how about tomorrow night?

Well, I don't

have a date

for tomorrow night.

Well, girl,

you've got one now.

I'll be by about 7:00.

Okay.

About that moon...

I'll order another one for you.

Okay. Sure do

appreciate them.

Hey.

Your publisher called

from New York

while you were out

with that girl.

What did he say?

He wanted to know

how your story was going

and if you were going

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