Word: musts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...dear friend to no end but would, after all, be unspeakably inexpensive. You laugh as you read this, I know, you say to yourself that of course this is impossible. The Bargain? The incarnation of an ideal? The one priceless but cheap item that all others have missed? This must be a joke. But no. The look in Namo's eye when we set out was one of fierce determination, and as he clutched his plastic money in his sweaty palm, he drooled ever so slightly...
Before I continue you must understand who this Name I refer to is--Namo, faithful Namo, the unvanquished, undiminished, gonzo Major loon. He was a great, dark, swarthy Italian with a manner that was usually slow and friendly. But when he fixated, when he seized on an idea like getting druck or getting laid or going fast to someplace far away, he was dangerous. But I liked Namo and I even worried about him--I didn't think he had long to live--so we often travelled together, and we often found ourselves in difficult situations...
...station attendant looked at us sort of funny when we drove up in the Jaguar Namo had hot-wired, and his eyebrows almost disappeared over the top of his forehead when Namo asked where in New England we were. I think the attendant must have tipped someone off about the car, because once we were on the highway we started passing state police cars cruising at high speed with their lights on and their sirens wailing and the officers inside gesticulating madly at us. Madly? Did I say madly? It's relative...
...Days of Heaven. It did rather pathetic business at the Charles for several weeks, and unfortunately if you didn't see it there, you probably won't see it satisfactorily. It's a 70 millimeter Dolby extravaganza, and I'm not insulting the film when I say you must see it on a wide screen in a theater with a good sound system to appreciate it. If Days of Heaven comes to your town (and it hasn't had a wide release yet), make sure they haven't shoved it into one of those mini-cinies in your neighborhood mall...
...children's faces, including my brother's, showed I was dead, too. And I knew it must be so because I knew where I had fallen and I felt no pain--not in that moment--and I knew with the bone-chilling certainty that most people are spared that, yes, death does come and mine had just touched...