I'm not nearly fucking drunk enough for this conversation.
[ He says that, but he's swaying slightly from side to side. Even if his enunciation is absolutely perfect, he's hardly even able to keep himself upright. Even so, he drains the bottle in several gulps, like he's drinking water, and then he lowers the bottle and blows across its lip. It makes a low, mournful hoot. ]
Lovely music, no?
[ Another few hoots. And then he lowers the bottle from his lips and pronounces, impartially: ]
My father had heard a slander. And my father chose to believe that slander. That is what he did.
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[ He says that, but he's swaying slightly from side to side. Even if his enunciation is absolutely perfect, he's hardly even able to keep himself upright. Even so, he drains the bottle in several gulps, like he's drinking water, and then he lowers the bottle and blows across its lip. It makes a low, mournful hoot. ]
Lovely music, no?
[ Another few hoots. And then he lowers the bottle from his lips and pronounces, impartially: ]
My father had heard a slander. And my father chose to believe that slander. That is what he did.