The Bat Tattoo

26 R. Albert Streeter

Here in the Big Apple I am doing it ‘my way’. If one can make it anywhere, one can make it here also. Well, it goes. From time to time a change is good, is it not? In financial matters and also in others. Particularly for the jaded (is there any other kind) hedonist. One tries this and one tries that: sometimes yes, sometimes no.

Through an advertisement in a publication called Model World, I have found a most interesting new talent. His name is Dieter Scharf, and he has made for me a miniature realisation of a scene adapted from a story by M. R. James. Victoria introduced me to this writer and reads to me from him. Horror has its erotic aspects and our new toy has given to Victoria and me fresh stimulation. Ah, that dreadful hopping creature! Who knows the manner of its pleasures? ‘Some Day My Prince Will Come’! I am now reading H. P. Lovecraft and thinking of Cthulhu rising from the sea out of his dead city of R’lyeh. Cthulhu and Fay Wray? For this I hear perhaps ‘The Good Ship Lollipop’. Possibilities of this new direction will not soon be exhausted! I foresee many commissions and so I have started at a lower figure than with Clark.

I am in close touch with Folsom Bray at the R. Albert Streeter Museum of Art. He tells me there are a great many entries in the competition and I swell with pride at the thought of undiscovered talent that will because of me have its day in the sun. Possibly even at the bank.

Life is good, not always in the same place, but good.