Michael Malone - Weebly

could really call a popular success. But I find reviewers
almost enjoy being cruel, which is such a small, jealous
talent, I think. I suppose it's easier to laugh at people,
isn't it?"
"I'm afraid so." Saar felt heat run down his arms to
his hands.
God knows he had laughed at Tracy Canopy
enough, had amused Priss Ransom at the Club,
between bridge hands, with witticisms about their
menopausal Maecenas and her eight-cylindered
monument to dear, dead Vincent. Surely Tracy didn't
deserve to be laughed at like that. Well, she did deserve
it, but surely we ought to give each other more than we
deserve. Was bitchiness the only fashionable gay style
available? Was Oscar Wilde the only triumphant role
model? Why not take Walt Whitman instead? Saar felt
a sudden rage against Priss Ransom, and so also against
himself, as she sat across the aisle telling Evelyn Troyes,
"Stop feeling sorry for June Hayes! I have. How many
g.d. migraine headaches are we supposed to ooh and
aah over? How many years are we going to scrape her
off the ceiling every time the phone rings, before we get