Sometimes a Great Phrase
Comes to you out of the blue. Or in this case the yellowing pages of Donald Jack's novel Me Bandy, You Cissie:"She just got up and brushed herself down, looking at us in silence for a few seconds.Fitting words for the departure of Raincoaster, who at the last has owned us to be good hosts here at Casa Metro.
Then she shrugged and pouted a little, and picked up her suitcase and her coat and strolled off, her miniature form brightening and fading as she passed under successive haloed street lamps, until she reached the corner and disappeared from sight."
It's been a satisfying and moderately alcoholic week here, and we will miss the Drenched One, at least for a while.
Godspeed sweetie, we'll see you later.
Metro & Mme
posted by Metro @ 8:28 pm
4 Comments:
My own perspective is, unsurprisingly, somewhat different.
I barely escaped with my life. I realized it the moment you handed me the enormous deli sandwich and cappuccino you'd just purchased for me.
How very blind I had been.
You had no intention of letting me get on that bus, did you?
Beer instead of gin; I should have known right there. Who would willingly drink beer day after day when he had access to liquor stores with perfectly good gin handy? No, the plot is so very, very clear in retrospect.
Three squares a day, all the snacks I can scarf down, the "beer course" before dinner, the beer course after dinner...
YOU WERE FATTENING ME FOR THE SACRIFICE!!!
Shirley Jackson, prophet of Penticton.
I thought it was a hug...instead, it was only your ineptitude at the art of bulldogging that allowed me to make it aboard the Vancouver Express.
Free at last, free at last. Thank God I'm free at last.
I need a drink.
Metro, wistful.
raincoaster, melodramatic.
Humble readers, hear my plight!
Not so much wistful as willing to let bygones be bygones, so long as she was out of the city limits by sundown.
And the "hug" can be explained here
As for sacrificing Raincoaster to the Elder Gods, I think Cthulu would have spit her out.
So good rid...I mean farewell Raincoaster.
It is spelled "Cthulhu" and he's really pissed off at you now.
Not only does he hate to be cheated of a chubby sacrifice, but he just detests it when people mis-spell his name.
You know how he gets.
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