Tuesday, August 12, 2014

For Robin Williams, one gull-pecked dolphin. For Betty Bacall, a whole pod of whales.

Yesterday, one washed up dolphin with gull-pecked holes. Just now as I was reading the New York TIMES obituary of Bacall I got summoned and for thirty minutes from balconies on three levels watched a great pod of whales passing in tribute. One whale, straight down, turned flukes, something I had never seen before. And one beautiful Jewish woman who lived a remarkable American life . . . . "It's a nice bed," said Melville's landlord, after urging Ishmael to turn flukes. Well, it was "getting dreadful late," yes, but not nearly late enough for this.

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