The Hack
"Here I am, "he murmured to himself, a dispenser of sentiment and knowledge and consolation to the millions,a writer with knowledge to make others laugh at the tragedies of life--- and yet I can't think of a Persian proverb that can help me in tne least."
Hennessey k. Pennyweight pecked viciously .at his typewriter. In spite of his personal difficulties, his copy has to be good. The public never reads with an excuse in mind. "Its though to create with an emotional hangover," mumbled Hennessey.
Whatever his station , a man spendith his life and dieth
a pauper.....Thats sounds pretty good---it ough to pass
for Persian or something.He rubbed his temples assiduously as though he might promote the flow of inspitation ".....in hovel or in palace ,Death comes uninvited. Even to those who have sought its solace, its presence brings the a dread of the unknown. However bitter the dreads of despair, life is yet so sweet......"
The sudden, discordant ring of the telephone disturbed him, and he picked up the receiver nervously. It was his laundry man to tell him that delivery would be a day or two late. The delay was unavoible ---some machinery had broken down. Hennessey mumbled his annoyance and returned to his typewriter. "How did i ever get into piece, I guess i'll never know.
Hennessey fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. "Its good!" he whispered exultantly. Smells of talent so it does. Old man Parker will like this one. He felt hungry. He thought of Marie, the pretty waitress at Delancy's and decited that a ham sandwich might be just the thing. He'd have to dope out first,though. "The Glory of the end." Nope----no meaning.
It would have to be something with a touch of the exotic, something that suggested the mystery of the unknown. Nothing came to his mind. Besides, he wasn't though. Maybe the title would come by it self.He fingered the keys of his typewriter. Hennessey rose from his seat and stretched his arms. He thought again of his wife, and frowned. The thought came to him that somehow there was a great deal of comedy here.
And yet, he felt miserable. A long road of lonelyness lay ahead of him. There was a terrible emptyness in his heart. Perhaps a stretch at Delancy's Bar would help--- even if his job was at stake. Old man Parker had warned of his drinking. Besides, his finances were low.
He glanced again at the copy in his trpewriter. It was a good copy. It was his only consolation. As far as his existence was concerned, it was just one hangover after another.
Bill
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Posted on Jun 15, 2005 by Past member
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