Requiem for a Dream

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Authors: Hubert Selby Jr.
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adjusted themselves in
front of the television set, I saw yesterday a lady from Queens on a
show she won a brand new car, a six piece set of luggage with already
a cosmeks case, o such a gorgeous blue. You know Ada, thats just what
I need. A new car and luggage. For when I drive to Miami. I always
have new luggage when I go the Fountainblew. Make sure you have the
car waxed and not a cheapie, but solomized. In that sun you need
protection on the car. Tell me, was the car big enough for a driver
and the luggage? Ada started applying the dye, You should have seen
that lady, she almost fainted. I think she lives near the Katzes. The
Katzes? Yeah, remember? Rae and Irving Katz. They used to live over
Hymies delicatessen. When was this? Maybe ten years ago. Who knows?
Im supposed to remember ten years ago the Katzes from over Hymies
delicatessen. Thats when my Seymour died. O, I know, I know. But you
remember. They had such a nice young boy. Hes a big doctor now. In
Hollywood. Oh yeah, I remember. So they live near the lady with the
car and luggage? Ada shrugged. Could be. They moved to Queens. Maybe
they know each other. Anyway, its a nice prize. Just what I need. I
saw yesterday a couple win a swimming pool. A swimming pool? Yeah.
With already a filter and heater and all kinds things. Now thats what
I need. I could move out the couch and they could put it in the
living room. It wouldnt work Sara. Theyd raise your rent. Raise it
over what? Everything. I'll give them the luggage. Let them take a
trip and leave me alone. Careful, dont move while I get this. Youre
not needing a red nose. Ada carefully applied the dye as they
continued to talk and speculate, and when she finished Sara looked at
the clock, Good. Just in time for my lunch. For a change, I think
I'll have a egg, grapefruit, black coffee, and a little bit letttuce.
Bone appetite.
    Harry and Marion slept in each others arms on the
couch. The music was still playing and the light from the lamp in the
corner blended with the sunlight that eased through the drawn shades.
There was a stillness in the room that somehow ignored the noise of
the Bronx streets, cluttered with people and vehicles grumbling,
yelling and rumbling. Their skin was moist from the hot, humid air
yet they slept undisturbed and restful. The apartment, and everything
in it, seemed isolated and insulated from its surroundings, and
reflected the attitude of the sleepers. Occasionally a truck would
rattle windows and shake floors and walls, but the sound was muted by
the stillness of the air; and, from time to time, something would
disturb the air and the dust motes that floated in the diffused
sunlight danced as the air gentled by in caressing waves. The summer
sun continued to rise in the sky and propel shocks of heat down on
the city and the heavy moisture moistened bodies and clothing, and
people fanned and wiped at sweating faces trying to survive another
bitch of a day as Harry and Marion peacefully passed the day sleeping
in each others arms oblivious to the reality surrounding them.
    Sara checked the mailbox after a hearty lunch in
which she had some extra lettuce. Well, actually you couldn't call it
cheating because it was only half a cup of lettuce... . Well, it
really depends on how you measure: loose or tight. If youre just
putting a little lettuce in the measuring cup theres already more air
than lettuce. All Sara did was push out the air between the pieces of
lettuce . . . very hard, and got almost a half a head in half a cup.
So whats the big deal? Youre not needing a toothpick no matter how
much lettuce you eat. She drank two glasses of water, rapidly, then
tried to convince herself that she was filled, but who you kidding?
Nobody believes a story like that. Im not full, Im starving. She
rechecked the book again and it assured her that after the first day
or two (two! you got to be kidding!!!) you will be feeding off your
own fat and wont be hungry. Im waiting. The book also suggested that
she

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