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Canto

Canto Gordon Lish moned the cheek to say to me, is too unutterably service-ridden for it to suit the fucking likes of him. ‘‘It bespeaks subjugation to me,’’ the man, my man, fucking says. ‘‘Sir,’’ the fucking joker fucking says to me, ‘‘the name you retained me to serve you under, it is out of fashion, I feel, and, you know, it’s socially— or shouldn’t we say socio-dynamically?—hobbling. To me, individually as a person, that is.’’ Piss on him and his person! You know what I say? I say piss on this man—my man—and his uppity fucking person! These people, these words!—what on earth has happened, is what I am asking you, and where does one apply to petition that matters, posthaste, be remanded to the custody of par? Because, speaking personally, I am acquainted with not one Turkoman in the entire dispensation and have yet, do attend, to consent to the society of the most remote member of what is politely understood as a chap’s intent when gesturing as a rhetorician in the direction of the tribe. Save Jeeves himself, of course, who was Shloink when the poor sod came to my door in search of a place http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png South Atlantic Quarterly Duke University Press

Canto

Lish, Gordon
South Atlantic Quarterly , Volume 103 (1) – Jan 1, 2004
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Duke University Press
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Copyright 2004 by Duke University Press
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0038-2876
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1527-8026
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10.1215/00382876-103-1-57
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Gordon Lish moned the cheek to say to me, is too unutterably service-ridden for it to suit the fucking likes of him. ‘‘It bespeaks subjugation to me,’’ the man, my man, fucking says. ‘‘Sir,’’ the fucking joker fucking says to me, ‘‘the name you retained me to serve you under, it is out of fashion, I feel, and, you know, it’s socially— or shouldn’t we say socio-dynamically?—hobbling. To me, individually as a person, that is.’’ Piss on him and his person! You know what I say? I say piss on this man—my man—and his uppity fucking person! These people, these words!—what on earth has happened, is what I am asking you, and where does one apply to petition that matters, posthaste, be remanded to the custody of par? Because, speaking personally, I am acquainted with not one Turkoman in the entire dispensation and have yet, do attend, to consent to the society of the most remote member of what is politely understood as a chap’s intent when gesturing as a rhetorician in the direction of the tribe. Save Jeeves himself, of course, who was Shloink when the poor sod came to my door in search of a place

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South Atlantic Quarterly – Duke University Press

Published: Jan 1, 2004

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