said, "That will do for now, Rusty. I think we've almost got to the root of the problem." He leaned rigidly, all of a piece, to one side and grabbed the fallen trousers. Had he slightly squattedthe normal thing to do in his position--I might have caught a glimpse of the heart of the mystery from the rear, an unflattering angle which, paradoxically, has always excited me, possibly because it is in some way involved with my passion for "backstage," for observing what is magic from the unusual, privileged angle. But he kept his legs as much together as possible, pulling on clothes with astonishing speed, the only lapse occurring when something in front was caught by the ascending shorts, causing him to grunt and fumble. But then all was in order and when he finally turned around, the belt buckle had been firmly fastened. He was satisfyingly pale and alarmed-looking. I was all business. "I think this has been a very useful session--yes, you can put on your shirt." His hands trembled as he buttoned his shirt. "I'll have a chat with the chiropractor Uncle Buck uses" (the "Uncle Buck" always works wonders at the Academy) "and we'll see what he can do for you." "Yes, Miss Myra." The voice was almost inaudible. Nervously, he mopped his face with a handkerchief. "It is stuffy in here, isn't it? I always turn the airconditioning off. It's bad for my sinus. Well, I don't want to keep you another minute from Mary-Ann. What a wonderful girl I hope you realize how lucky you are." "Oh, yes, Miss Myra, I sure do," he gabbled. Then, with the assurance that I had only his interest at heart, I showed him out of the room. It was, in many ways, the most exciting sensual moment of my life--so far. But the best is yet to come, for I mean to prove once and for all to Dr. Montag that it is possible to work out in life all one's fantasies, and so become entirely whole. No sooner was Rusty out the door than I noticed he had left his T-shirt behind. I buried my face in its warm sweaty folds, a most agreeable surrogate for skin. The odor was somewhat sharp at the armpits but by no means unpleasant since fresh sweat is the greatest of aphrodisiacs as well as nature's own lubricant.
BUCK LONER REPORTS
Recording Disc No. 721
18 February
Dont know when I have ever come across a woman as awful as Myra Breckinridge she is wreaking total havoc with the program telling the students they have no talent and no chance of star dom which is downright mean not to mention bad for business so I had a talk with her in the back of the auditorium where she was holding her Empathy class which for reasons not clear to me is double the size of any of the other classes the kids are fas cinated by her because of what she says and she is a sharptongued bitch no doubt of that theres seldom a class of hers where somebody dont run out crying to beat the band but they come back for more which is downright unhealthy as I told her in no uncertain terms you are undermining all of our work here at the Academy which is to build up capital c confi dence exclamation point paragraph well she just gave me that high and mighty stare of hers and said you think lying to people is good for them you think telling somebody whos got cancer that he is all right and doesnt need an operation is the right thing to do of course not I said but if he has had the operation and is a terminal case I think you must keep him as happy as possible and in a good frame of mind under the circumstances well she said in a voice so loud that the students on the stage who were pretending to be billboards could hear her at least you admit that these cretins are terminal cases and that its curtains for the lot of them no it is not I said want ing to crack her one against the side of her head just to take that smirk off of her face no they are carefully selected as possible candidates for future stardom every last one of them well then she inter rupts with a single swear word delivered in a hiss that I swear sent
BUCK LONER REPORTS
Recording Disc No. 721
18 February
Dont know when I have ever come across a woman as awful as Myra Breckinridge she is wreaking total havoc with the program telling the students they have no talent and no chance of star dom which is downright mean not to mention bad for business so I had a talk with her in the back of the auditorium where she was holding her Empathy class which for reasons not clear to me is double the size of any of the other classes the kids are fas cinated by her because of what she says and she is a sharptongued bitch no doubt of that theres seldom a class of hers where somebody dont run out crying to beat the band but they come back for more which is downright unhealthy as I told her in no uncertain terms you are undermining all of our work here at the Academy which is to build up capital c confi dence exclamation point paragraph well she just gave me that high and mighty stare of hers and said you think lying to people is good for them you think telling somebody whos got cancer that he is all right and doesnt need an operation is the right thing to do of course not I said but if he has had the operation and is a terminal case I think you must keep him as happy as possible and in a good frame of mind under the circumstances well she said in a voice so loud that the students on the stage who were pretending to be billboards could hear her at least you admit that these cretins are terminal cases and that its curtains for the lot of them no it is not I said want ing to crack her one against the side of her head just to take that smirk off of her face no they are carefully selected as possible candidates for future stardom every last one of them well then she inter rupts with a single swear word delivered in a hiss that I swear sent
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