aghhhh.....O.k. then how 'bout "I was 50 years old and hadn't been to bed with a women for four years."
I like a bit o' Bobby Burns meself, Set. I'll see your To a Mouse, and raise you this (though technically its just a song):
There's nane that's blest of human kind ...
Now, that sounds familiar, Amigo, but I can't place it right off.
Author is a male from L.A. 60's to 80's.
From L.A.? Not Kerouac, then.
No. Author was about 50 at the time.Not a beat writer. Dirty old man.
You gotta be sh**ing me. This is an easy one.
Here's an easy one (if you know it).
"3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at
Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was
an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse
which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through
the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had
arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible."
Here's another one."A sharp clip-clop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage."
Merry Andrew wrote:Stoker's Dracula??
Yuo must be thinking of Gram Cokers "Crackula"
bermbits wrote:Here's an easy one (if you know it).
"3 May. Bistritz.--Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at
Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was
an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse
which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through
the streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had
arrived late and would start as near the correct time as possible."
Damn, I should have got this one to.
West Feliciana Parish is some twenty-five miles north of Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Amigo, you didn't tell us yet what the first one was. The one I ouldn't get,
Women by Charles Bukowski
No wonder I didn't get it. I never read it. Not really familiar with Bukowski.
You have to read at least one Bukowski book. "Ham on Rye" is his most noted. I'ts about his life in L.A. during the depression
" Someone must have been telling lies about Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning."
Koestler, Darkness at Noon??
