Under The Volcano Page #5

get drunk, however much I drink...

and that I'm only drunk in the conventional,

incoherent staggering sense...

when I haven't had a drink.

Surely you appreciate the, mmm -

the fine balance I must strike...

between the, uh, shakes of too little

and, uh, the abyss of too much.

- I do appreciate it.

- Yes. Quite. Well.

Well, I'd like to have a bath.

Have your drink.

Ah.

Concepta!

-Senor.

- Tequila, por favor.

- No haynada que tomar.

- Nothing?

- Nada.

- [ Gasping, Murmurs ]

- Ah, good morning, Quincey.

- What's good about it?

I have just been

inspecting my paradise.

I half expected to see Adam

come riding out of it on a tiger.

- On a what?

- On a tiger.

I would imagine-

lots of tigers and pink elephants too.

- About your cat, Firmin -

- I've been giving a lot of thought to Eden.

Finding a path back to our origins.

Perhaps I'll go and live among the Indians,

like William Blackstone...

stripped of useless trappings.

Unaccommodated man -the thing itself.

You know about Blackstone?

My wife and I are kept awake half the night

with its infernal howling.

- Or don't you hear it?

- Blackstone's a character I've always admired.

He lived peacefully

among the Indians, in, uh -

somewhere in what is now Massachusetts.

But the-the Puritans found him...

and tried to-to coax him back

to a respectable life.

If you don't do something

about your cat, I will.

But Blackstone didn't like the Puritans.

Oh, no. No, he didn't.

He'd have none of them.

So he went further

into the wilderness...

never to be heard from again.

I'll strangle that damn cat

with my bare hands.

Don't worry, Quincey.

Oedipuss only howled for Yvonne.

And she's come back.

- Knock, knock.

- Who's there?

- Cat.

- Cat who?

Cat-astrophe.

[ Giggles ]

Catastrophe who?

Oh, uh, cat-astrophysicist?

- Have a bite of breakfast?

- I already partook.

- You look weary.

- No, I'm fine.

Hah.

You've always done that -

always carefully cradled

your lemon wedges.

So meticulous.

Oh.

[ Sighs ]

Do you remember the names of the months,

the Mayan months?

- Pop.

- Mm-hmm. Uo.

- Zotz.

- Uh, Tzed. Xal.

Yaxkin.

Mac. Isn't there one called Mac?

There's Yax and Zac.

"In receipt of yours, dated Zac the first"?

[ Laughing ]

My favorite was always uayeb-

the poor little month

that only had five days.

I've wanted you back so badly.

I'll do anything.

I'll stop drinking.

I'll do anything for you.

It's us. It's - It's us again.

Oh, Geoffrey!

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry.

It isn't any good, I'm afraid.

Stay.

[ Moans, Grunts ]

[Door Closes ]

Where are you, old man?

Hello, Hugh.

Yvonne.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]

Well, how absolutely...

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