"It is only flesh and blood...No? It is only a small fragment of what matters in this dance-right now, underneath these stars that burn through the paper covering the windows.....I mean, they could strip it all away and build lamps out of it-- If I do not have you.....So as the fates erase any trace of us.....perhaps Mon cheri...I will hold you that much closer tonight...."
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downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph"