“I have become a fat blob, like Oscar Wilde”

November 8, 2016 § Leave a comment

“I have become a fat blob, like Oscar Wilde. The fact the bars of Munich that offer nothing have survived, when the bars of Berlin and Vienna that offer everything have been wiped out, is so counter-intuitive that I cannot think of anything else. Men want the anticipation, and the frustration, more than the resolution, and the consummation? These are troubling times that we live in, Jerram.” “Yet then why do you spend all your nights and money in the Scotsman, which offers ‘nothing’ as you put it, when the Soho whores offer you everything for £20?” “I have no answer, but the answer that’s me. I don’t want Esmeraldas who I can pay to sleep with. I would rather seduce Tallulahs to me, maybe that is it. When do you hear a really great song? It is getting more and more rare. How often do you meet a stripper you want to sleep with? That is getting more and more rare as well. Is it our age, or the Age we live in, that is the question.” “What you mean is, was a young man who was fucking his way through the 1870s, was he already jaded and disappointed by the 1880s? Fucking his way through the 1920s already jaded by the 1930s? Fucking his way through the 1970s, already jaded by the 1980s?” “Yes,” said Edward, staring into his Spaten beer. “That is exactly what I mean. I have to react viciously, in order to obtain the freedom that I want. I don’t feel viciously, but I have to enact it. But I cannot. So it goes on.”
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