Some snatches of overheard and misheard cafe conversation…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s quotation is another taken from Vladimir Nabokov’s 1928 novel King, Queen, Knave, which I am currently re-reading:
(We are still on the train.)
Franz started putting on his raincoat, failed to find the armhole at first poke, donned his bottle-green hat, and went out into the corridor with his reluctant suitcase. More lights specked the darkness now and suddenly a street with an illuminated tram was revealed seemingly under his very feet; it disappeared again behind house walls that were being rapidly shuffled and dealt out again.

‘Then we had Mary, she’s lovely…’
‘It came as a cherry-gram…’
‘Cherub randy? Cherry brandy?’
‘That’s Kerry, I do apologise for her.’
‘It was a short dark anyway Tom.’
‘What? A hurt thigh buttock?’
‘Just shout, and push shouting!’
‘No, it was one with real eyes Joseph.’
‘Oh, taffle away, heart broke!’
‘So, Wendy just had a carrot?’
‘It’s important, you have got to push it!’
‘I like, cry, in my sleep… Cow chocolate?’
‘Huguenot is never right, just re-dial ninety-four and see.’
‘Obviously she bop!…’
‘Penchy? Then it was the whole Pamela!’
‘A test time saturdale?…’
‘Take a worthwhile apple, Holderness wipes, and a cough floor.’
‘A whole flat eel? Gorgeous flatbed walk around?’
‘All similar girls are worn out now.’
‘Andrew, I know, I know, I know!’
‘It was wrong personal health. Password hymn?’
‘Hop pot bot box!’
‘The Wednesday kitchen…’

For some information on how these lines are compiled, you could click here.


About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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