HI BUMBLY. DID YOU GET THE JOB?
I HAVEN'T DONE MUCH WRITING IN THE PAST FEW WEEKS. BUT I'VE SEEN SOME FILMS: KUBRICK'S LOLITA (FOR THE FIRST TIME), THE KING'S SPEECH (SO PLEASED THEY PICKED UP A LOT OF OSCARS. THE FILM WAS ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS), THE RUNAWAYS (COULDN'T EVEN FINISH IT. EACH SCENE WOULD END AND I'D WONDER WHY. AND I TURNED TO MY FRIEND--NEVER YOU MIND-- AND SAID TO HIM AS I CUPPED MY HANDS, "THESE SCENES ARE NOT SCENES," AND I'D LET MY HANDS OPEN TO POUR OUT THE INSUBSTANTIAL SUBSTANCE THAT WERE THE SCENES OF LEATHER CLAD GIRLS WHO MUMBLE UNCONVINCINGLY), AND WE LOOKED FOR HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, BUT COULDN'T FIND IT.
EXHAUSTED A. I HAD TO WRITE TO YOU OUT OF GUILT, BUT I CAN'T GET ANY MORE OUT OF ME. I'M JUST GOING TO SIT, DRINK WATER, AND SMELL THE FRESH BOUQUET OF LILIES IN FRONT OF ME.
LOVE YOU,
B
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