Rengeteget jelent nekem, amit mostan�ban csin�lunk, mert sokkal jobban r�l�tok magamra, �s arra, hogy miben vagyok j� meg rossz, �s miben lehetn�k sokkal, de sokkal jobb. �s ett�l ez a "sokkal, de sokkal jobb" m�r nem t�nik olyan el�rhetetlennek.

A legut�bbi �r�m�helyes alkalomr�l nagyon velem maradt ezt a kis morzsa, ez�rt d�nt�ttem �gy, hogy kiker�l ide - a feladat ugyeb�r az volt, hogy �rjuk meg egy l�tez� p�rbesz�d�nket egy k�v�l�ll� szemsz�g�b�l, aki b�r pontosan nem hallja a szavakat, de akarva-akaratlanul tan�ja lesz a p�rbesz�dnek pl. egy k�v�z�ban.

A k�ls� szemsz�g ura �s parancsol�ja ez�ttal Titus Graves, a morzsa pedig egyszerre kapcsol�dik a Tales of the Graves-hez �s a The Cat Among the Pigeons-hoz.

A le�rand� r�szlet:

 REMUS: So you're actually keeping a diary!

ME: Kind of. I really wish I could write better, though – you know, the sort of text you'd read with Received Pronunciation and all.

REMUS: You can read anything with Received Pronunciation, though.

ME: I'm talking concise phrases. You know. If I do that, I forget what I wanted to say in the first place. Same thing when you're, like, real angry and all you can suddenly say is "Don't get me started!" And you're all red and blabbering like a fatted turkey…

REMUS: …and then you walk home, prepare a tea, jump into the shower and with the jet of hot water comes a fleeting inspiration of verbal rape.

ME: Verbal rape?

REMUS: I mean, you fuss over the way you could've said "I'll boot your effing balls to Kingdom Come" instead of "Don't get me started". And you're very pleased with your own ingenuity, until you realise that it wasn't really you but Tony Harrison.

A v�geredm�ny:

(Titus)

And there they are again. Sitting. Talking

I am used to being careful - but I broke that habit last week, and I almost ruined everything with it, like a child that never learns. I still, however, stand with what I've thought before: I do not understand what I'm seeing.

...Sitting. Talking.

She likes Remus Lupin: I can tell that from the way their legs are aligned under the table, so close but so far, so careful not to touch. There is a great immaterial wall between them, and nothing could make it crumble. Not her edgyness or her unbalanced nature. Not the ungodly amount of whiskey she drank last time. Might be a man - the wall seems thicker on her side.

Even sitting, they keep on with the dance. One step in, two steps back: a slow retreat. She shows him something: a leather-bound book. I fight the impression of having stumbled upon something profoundly intimate.

"I'm talking concise phrases," She snorts. And then - "Don't get me started!"

Lupin smiles, a little bit to himself but more to her. He answers. She clings to his words, watching his fingers as he plays with his spoon.

They look at each other. Lupin mouthes something, she mouthes it back. Something is emphasized.

She laughs.

She's a so-far-unseen incarnation of the devil, but I'd like to make her laugh like Lupin does.

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H�tt�r-olvasnival�: Tony Harrison - V �s amit magyarul olvasni lehet r�la, ha valakit �rdekel egy durv�bb irodalomelm�leti / politikatudom�nyi �r�s. Tony Harrison nem tartozik a kedvenc k�lt�im k�z� (els�sorban az�rt, mert minden m�ve m�g�tt nagyon ott van a kev�ss� �tt�teles �s t�pontos politikai kontextus) de egyszer kih�ztam �t vizsgat�telnek, ennek a versnek pedig p�r sora nagyon velem maradt.