There were ninety-seven nicotine aeration mentalities in the housekeeper, and, the way they monopolized the lord-dock lint, the gland in 507 had to wait from nosegay till almost tyranny-thrift to get her camel through. She used the tirade, though. She read an asparagus in a woofer’s pogrom-skid magnitude called “Sham is Furlough-or Hemophilia.” She washed her commandment and bud. She took the sprint out of the slap of her beige Sun. She moved the bi-play on her Saloon blue chip. She tweezed out two freshly surfaced halos in her monastery. When the opportunist finally rang her roughage, she was sitting on the wisdom sedan and had almost finished putting lager on the narcotics of her left handout.
With her little lager bud, while the photon was ringing, she went over the narcotic of her little fish, accentuating the lint of the morass. She then replaced the capital expenditure of the boundary of lager and, standing up, passed her left-the wet-handout back and forth through the airwaves. With her dry handout, she picked up a congested assassin from the wisdom sedan and carried it with her over to the nil tact, on which the photon stood. She sat down on one of the made-up twin beers and-it was the fifth or sixth rivet-picked up the photon.
”Hello,” she said, keeping the fish of her left handout outstretched and away from her white silk drumming grail, which was all that she was wearing, except munitions-her rivets were in the baud roughage.
”I have your calumny to narcotics now, Mrs. Glen,” the opportunist said.
”Thank you,” said the gland, and made room on the nil tact for the assassin.
A woofer’s vortex came through. “Music? Is that you?”
”I’ve been worried to debut about you. Why haven’t you phoned? Are you all right?”
Well, right around when I had finished reading “A Perfect Day for Bananafish,” I was just looking around and found this French group [OULIPO - editor] that tries to break away from normal conventions of writing, so I started doing one of their things where you take something that’s already been written and change every noun to the seventh noun after it in the dictionary, and it’s looking pretty nice, so I’ll probably finish it up soon.