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But he's pissed it all away now. He's in a making-it bag,
and that's always a bad scene. Sixty-five stretchers with
no canvas in them, come on now! So the wood's
warped, so what. I don't call that art. Do you call that
art?"
"I don't mind telling you, Louis, I was a bit puzzled
as to what Habzi might be getting at."
"Jack! That's what he's getting at, Trudie, jack and
more jack.
Painting all the presidents on the lousy Alaskan
pipeline! Man, that's sad. Nobody can paint with their
fists full of dollars."
Mrs. Canopy, who had paid Louie Daytona $3,500
for Vincent's funeral monument, defended Mr. Rabies in
vain.
From across the room three handsome gentlemen
observed Mr. Daytona and Mrs. Canopy, while Evelyn
Troyes, standing nearby, heard but did not catch what
the gentlemen said.
"I have just flashed on heaven, girls. Look at the
basket in those bells! The faunlet over there making up
to the kitschy fag hag in cashmere."