Rigadoon by Louis-ferdinand & Manheim Celine

Author:Louis-ferdinand & Manheim Celine [Celine, Louis-ferdinand & Manheim, Ralph & Vonnegut, Kurt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781564781628
Publisher: Dalkey Archive

"Don't move, I've got it!"

"Why would I move? but you, are you in pain?"

Ah, I don't want to talk about my head! . . . an adapter, that's what I needed! . . . and right away! . . . all full of memories! grotesque memories . . . in snatches! . . . you can't have grandiose melodies without counterpoint!

Terrible pain from temple to temple! . . . it never stops! forgive me! . . . I won't complain . . . my shirt was clinging to my back . . . right! I didn't mean to talk about it . . . such dramatics! this "me me" chronicle! . . . Europe's falling to pieces? my shirt! the ridge of my back! me! wheeng! wheee! wheee! sirens still blowing somewhere . . . I'm imitating the music . . . too bad I have no talent! . . . wheeesh! listen! . . . I need another ear, the one I have left is no use at all . . . maybe at the piano, groping . . . from key to key . . . later in Copenhagen up there, two years in the clink, I had time . . . I composed grandiose melodies for myself, still in memory of Hanover, symphonies so to speak, and hummed them to myself . . . like this, inside my mouth . . . boom! . . . wham! . . . wheee! I was all alone, I wasn't bothering anybody . . . the guards were used to it . . . my time in the clink, two years, Pavilion K, Vesterfangsel . . . seeing I was in Denmark they had to put me someplace . . .

Here now, up above where I'm writing, I hear phonograph records through the floors, movements of symphonies, I think, I don't ask . . . I listen, I keep quiet . . . I don't want to hum like up there in solitary in the Vesterfangsel . . . it's ballet dancers, I think, not tongues of flame like in Hanover . . . so they tell me, I don't know them . . . I know their studio . . . I've gone up two three times . . . at night . . . I'm not the society type, what I don't know I don't know . . . still as down at heel and scrupulous as ever . . . he holds his tongue . . . I hold my tongue . . . your high-born man doesn't hesitate, he barges right in! . . . nothing can stop him! . . . proclaims his opinion! judges! . . . and to hell with what you think! the highborn man doesn't know how to do anything . . . but high-born he is, thunderbolt, omnipotent! . . . and that's that! . . . whisper so nobody can hear you! . . . one peep and you're through!

Up there anyway, where I was telling you, it was three .

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