Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

toward Myron and for Myron. I shall be a new woman,literally new, something unique under the sun." "But whoand what will you be?" I answered vehemently, at length, butsaid nothing, for, as usual, Randolph, in his blundering way,has touched upon the dilemma's horn: I have no clear ideaas to my ultimate identity once every fantasy has beenacted out with living flesh. All that I do know is that I shall befreed of obsession and, in this at least, be like no one elsewho ever lived. Randolph then departed for his nap to befollowed by a trip to Disneyland. So here I sit, making thesenotes. Suddenly ill at ease. Why? The telephone rings 34That was Letitia. She came straight to the point. "Rusty'sliving with me. He's down at the beach house right now.""Letitia!" That was the best I could do. Not even in mywildest dreams had I ever connected the two of them,particularly after Mary-Ann's description of Rusty'srudeness to Letitia on the famous night. "All I can say, Myra,is you sure know how to pick 'em. That is the best Grade Astud I have ever had, and as rumor hath doubtless had ithere at the heart of the Industry, Letitia Van Allen has mademany a trip to the old corral." I could think of nothing butRusty's soft rose wobbling childishly in my hand. "Is hereally the very best stud of all?" "The very best, and I've youto thank for it. When I saw how you had conned thatgirlfriend of his into bringing him to my house, I said tomyself: Myra Breckinridge is a pal!" I was startled butdelighted at being given full credit for maneuvering Rustyinto Letitia's orbit. "Of course I knew you'd enjoy meetinghim." I was neutral, not wanting to betray the fact that it was