Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "i've said over and over, i'd do anything for you. i just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" sometimes it was impossible to follow adrian's train of thought. "why in the world would i ever say that?" he shrugged. "i like fondue.
The lizard stared up at us, and we stared back, taking each other in. He was little and defenseless, i felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed-up place he'd just come into. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, where it was hot and cramped, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.
Courage~ what makes the flag on the mast to wave? What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder? Courage! What makes the hottentot so hot? What puts the "ape" in apricot?~cowardly lion from the wizard of oz
Listen to this, nimit. follow coleman hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. he is using them to tell us something. pay very close attention. he is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. that same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. there-you can hear it, i'm sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (thailand)