I’m not looking forward to it.
“Blurtso misses his shadow”
Some people say these woods are haunted, said Pablo, they say the shadows of the trees are spirits longing to break free. I don’t think my shadow longs to break free, said Blurtso, I think it would be lonely without me.
“Blurtso considers the time of truth”
Hmmm, this is either a falsehood from the past,
or a fact from the future.
“Bonny and Ditto share some quality time” (XV)
A humble figure in a magnificent setting can be sublime.
Excellent!
“Blurtso considers peace of mind”
Peace of mind is the flower of self-respect.
“Blurtso becomes nostalgic”
The leaves are changing. The world is a year older and I’m a year older. But for those born this past year, the world is brand new. If you’ve been here a while it’s hard to see the world as brand new. You see things that aren’t what they used to be and become nostalgic for the way they used to be. Or maybe you just become nostalgic for the way you used to see things, when you used to see things as brand new.
“Bonny and Ditto share some quality time” (XIV)
Roger Miller? said Bonny. Yes, I’ve heard of him.
“Blurtso smells a smell”
Holy stench! said Blurtso, stopping in his tracks and turning up his nose. I think I may have to chart a new course… Let’s see, if I multiply stench by the radius squared, divide circumference by the root of the hypotenuse and multiply it all by pi… Mmmm pumpkin pie, thought Blurtso, scampering off to where he could no longer smell the smell.
“Blurtso considers the stress of Harvard”
I don’t know why these students are so stressed…
the cafeteria almost never runs out of pumpkin pie.
“Pablo does Pablomeo”
She brays!
Oh, bray again, bright angel!
Pablómeo, Pablómeo,
wherefore art thou Pablómeo?
Pablómeo sayest thee?
By such a name am I not that what I am…
but wouldst Pablo become Pablómeo…
if such be thine demand…
pale past be gone, faint future damned…
for thee this present present,
that be that I am!
My rose, my sun, my Pablómeo…
my faithful heart that beats,
a burro that’s called a burro,
by another name smells as sweet…