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Authors: Richard Brautigan
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“Let’s move this body out of the hall. Where do you want it?”
“That’s a good question,” Miss Hawkline said. “We could put him in his room or we could lay him out in a front parlor. I don’t want to bury him now because I want to get fucked. I really want to get fucked. What a time to have a dead butler on your hands.”
She was almost a little mad that the giant butler had taken this particular time and place to die. He looked awesome lying there in the hall.
“Hell, this is too much to think about,” the other Miss Hawkline said. “Let’s just leave him here for a while and take care of getting fucked.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about him going any place,” Cameron said.
So they just left the giant old butler lying dead on the hall floor and went off to get fucked, taking along with them a 30:40 Krag, a sawed-off shotgun, a .38 and an automatic pistol.
• Thanatopsis Exit #2 •
Greer as he made love to Miss Hawkline kept thinking about Magic Child. Miss Hawkline had a body that was exactly the same in its appearance and delightful movement as Magic Child’s.
They were making love in a beautiful bedroom upstairs. The room had many delicate feminine things that were unfamiliar to Greer. The only thing wrong with the room was the cold. It was very cold in the room because of the ice caves under the house.
Greer and Miss Hawkline made love under many blankets in an incredibly ornate brass bed. Their passion had not allowed time to be spent building a fire in the fireplace.
Greer kept wondering as they made love if this Miss Hawkline were Magic Child. At one moment he almost said the name Magic Child to see if she would respond, but then he decided not to because he knew that Magic Child was dead and it did not make any difference in which Miss Hawkline she was buried.
• After Making Love Conversation •
After they finished making love, Miss Hawkline lay gently cuddling up against him and then she said, “Don’t you think that it’s kind of strange for us to be up here making love while the butler is lying down there dead in the hall and we haven’t done anything about it?”
“Yes, it is a little strange,” Greer said.
“I wonder why we didn’t do anything about his body. You know, my sister and I are really very fond of Mr. Morgan. I’ve been lying here for the last few minutes thinking about why we haven’t done anything about him down there. It’s not a very gracious thing to go off fucking while your family butler, whom you love like an uncle, is lying dead in the hall of your house. That has got to be a very peculiar way to react.”
“You’re right,” Greer said. “It sure is.”
• Mirror Conversation •
In a bedroom down the hall a similar conversation was taking place between Miss Hawkline and Cameron. They had just finished making some very enthusiastic love in which Cameron had not a single thought about this woman being Magic Child. He had really enjoyed their fucking together and had not allowed any intellectual process to cloud his pleasure. He used his mind for more important things: like counting.
“I guess we’ll have to do something about your butler,” Cameron said.
“That’s right,” Miss Hawkline said. “I completely forgot about him. He’s lying dead in the hall. He fell over dead and we left him there to come up here and get some fucking in. It totally slipped my mind. Our butler is dead. He’s down there dead. I wonder why we didn’t do anything about his body.”
“I asked you if you wanted to do anything about it down there but you girls wanted to come up here and get fucked, so we came up here and that’s what we’ve done,” Cameron said.
“What?” Miss Hawkline said.
“What do you mean what?” Cameron said.
Miss Hawkline lay very puzzled beside Cameron. There was a slight furrow between her eyes. She was in such a state of consternation that it was almost like slight shock.
“We suggested it?” she said,
“That’s a good question,” Miss Hawkline said. “We could put him in his room or we could lay him out in a front parlor. I don’t want to bury him now because I want to get fucked. I really want to get fucked. What a time to have a dead butler on your hands.”
She was almost a little mad that the giant butler had taken this particular time and place to die. He looked awesome lying there in the hall.
“Hell, this is too much to think about,” the other Miss Hawkline said. “Let’s just leave him here for a while and take care of getting fucked.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about him going any place,” Cameron said.
So they just left the giant old butler lying dead on the hall floor and went off to get fucked, taking along with them a 30:40 Krag, a sawed-off shotgun, a .38 and an automatic pistol.
• Thanatopsis Exit #2 •
Greer as he made love to Miss Hawkline kept thinking about Magic Child. Miss Hawkline had a body that was exactly the same in its appearance and delightful movement as Magic Child’s.
They were making love in a beautiful bedroom upstairs. The room had many delicate feminine things that were unfamiliar to Greer. The only thing wrong with the room was the cold. It was very cold in the room because of the ice caves under the house.
Greer and Miss Hawkline made love under many blankets in an incredibly ornate brass bed. Their passion had not allowed time to be spent building a fire in the fireplace.
Greer kept wondering as they made love if this Miss Hawkline were Magic Child. At one moment he almost said the name Magic Child to see if she would respond, but then he decided not to because he knew that Magic Child was dead and it did not make any difference in which Miss Hawkline she was buried.
• After Making Love Conversation •
After they finished making love, Miss Hawkline lay gently cuddling up against him and then she said, “Don’t you think that it’s kind of strange for us to be up here making love while the butler is lying down there dead in the hall and we haven’t done anything about it?”
“Yes, it is a little strange,” Greer said.
“I wonder why we didn’t do anything about his body. You know, my sister and I are really very fond of Mr. Morgan. I’ve been lying here for the last few minutes thinking about why we haven’t done anything about him down there. It’s not a very gracious thing to go off fucking while your family butler, whom you love like an uncle, is lying dead in the hall of your house. That has got to be a very peculiar way to react.”
“You’re right,” Greer said. “It sure is.”
• Mirror Conversation •
In a bedroom down the hall a similar conversation was taking place between Miss Hawkline and Cameron. They had just finished making some very enthusiastic love in which Cameron had not a single thought about this woman being Magic Child. He had really enjoyed their fucking together and had not allowed any intellectual process to cloud his pleasure. He used his mind for more important things: like counting.
“I guess we’ll have to do something about your butler,” Cameron said.
“That’s right,” Miss Hawkline said. “I completely forgot about him. He’s lying dead in the hall. He fell over dead and we left him there to come up here and get some fucking in. It totally slipped my mind. Our butler is dead. He’s down there dead. I wonder why we didn’t do anything about his body.”
“I asked you if you wanted to do anything about it down there but you girls wanted to come up here and get fucked, so we came up here and that’s what we’ve done,” Cameron said.
“What?” Miss Hawkline said.
“What do you mean what?” Cameron said.
Miss Hawkline lay very puzzled beside Cameron. There was a slight furrow between her eyes. She was in such a state of consternation that it was almost like slight shock.
“We suggested it?” she said,
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