Eat yourself

DON'T

An action-packed day. Dag is still asleep on Claire's sofa, unaware of
how deeply he has plunged on her shit list. Claire, meanwhile, is in my
bathroom, dolling herself up and philosophizing out loud through a
steamy Givenchy scented murk and amid a counterload of cosmetics and
accessories I was made to fetch from her bungalow that resembles the
emptied-out contents of a child's Halloween sack: 'Everybody has a
'gripping stranger' in their lives, Andy, a stranger who unwittingly possesses
a bizarre hold over you. Maybe it's the kid in cut-

offs who mows your lawn or the woman wearing

White Shoulders who stamps your book at the

library—a stranger who, if you were to come home

and find a message from them on your answering

machine saying 'Drop everything. I love you.

Come away with me now to Florida,' you'd follow

them. 'Yours is the blond checkout clerk at Jensen's, isn't it? You've told me about as much. Dag's is probably Elvissa" (Elvissa is Claire's good friend.) "—and mine, unfortunately," she comes out of the bath­room head cocked to one side inserting an earring, "is Tobias. Life is so unfair, Andy. It really is." UTobias is Claire's unfortunate obsession from New York, and he's driving in from LAX airport this morning. He's our age, and Biff-and-Muffy private schoolish like Claire's brother Allan, and from some eastern white bread ghetto: New Rochelle? Shaker

BREAD AND CIRCUITS:

The electronic era tendency to view party politics as corny—no longer relevant or meaningful or useful to modern societal issues, and in many cases dangerous.

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