Ray

LXII

SOUNDED like something. It was in cold weather. From my heart I follow the ghost voice. It is leading me and leading me and leading me.

Oh, my I Oh fortunate fooll It is the voice of Westy and she wants to screw. I adore a woman who shouts for screwing. I adore! What with her legs in the air! What with her coming! What with her cheer and despair together!

Close your eyes, darling, and have the old original pleasure! Tongue in, tongue out. Big hard sexuals.

Ah, my God, you’ve made me come!

Everyone thinks it’s a crisis at sunrise, but I do not. I think of rising in the Phantom at dawn and the dawn intense — orange, yellow, violet, blue-black — the day very present because it could be the day of your death.

Westy lifted her legs around me. She wanted to see the old miracle of my big thing going in.

What a paradise of delight marriage can be.

Nothing comes close to Westy in the pussy department.

And you can see how my poetry is improving.

I’m climbing the high oak of learning.

I’m feeling the old force of yearning.

Hoo! Ray! Fucking Ray! Ray in the fourth decade!

Ray, yes, Ray! Doctor Ray is okay!

Charlie DeSoto and Eileen are together again. The nurses are getting married. Westy is coming with the hot oils and the balm. The Alabama team is still whipping everybody in sight. My patients are calling. Bill is getting ready to fish. Elizabeth is looking in the Holy Bible. Mr. Hooch has his hands on a pencil.

Sister!

Christians!

Sabers, gentlemen, sabers!