The Dallowian Party Stream of Consciousness
8:00
Yvonna Schwartz: A party. In all my wildest dreams I never imagined that I would be
invited. I am merely the girl who sits and reads, who sits and writes. A celibate of society. But
tonight Francesca and I will go to the party!
James Michaelson: I feel that this party will be excellent for my practice, I can let
everyone know about how well I follow the modern theories of Psychology.
Vivien Kensington: I never go out much anymore. I don’t really enjoy it much, I don’t
recognize this world anymore. The guests will all be young. They’ll probably all be wearing
pants. Disgraceful. At least my sister will be there to keep me company.
Emily Smythe: I’m terribly excited about this, the hustle the bustle of train and
commuters all moving at once even though they stay still--the same expressions I think make
them seem still. It might be the thrill of the party, I always like parties, and Clarissa throws huge
ones, soireés (I haven’t seen her in ages, it must take a party to spur on the thrill which it takes to
board a train, heavens!)
Warren Stone: Clarissa did a wonderful job setting up the house. I really think the
flowers add a lot. She is so good at housekeeping. I’m a little nervous about this party because
some of the people coming I don’t really know like...oh what’s her name, oh Fanny I believe.
She and Clarissa seem to be such good friends. And that Manna girl...ugh.
Consuela Dorr: A tough of lipstick, a pin, and last smoothing of the hair. Pimp and
prime oh will my wrinkles ever go away away.
Clarissa Stone: I’ve never been so nervous for a frivolous party before in my life.
Maybe my wedding--I was so scared. In a way I can’t believe I actually made it down the aisle.
My gosh how time flies. I was only 24 then. 50. How we have all changed, but then again have
we really?
Ed Sullivan: I really have nothing better to do tonight, so I figured I might as well show
up. I don’t really know Clarissa, but her invitation was quite enthusiastic.
Fanny Forton: It’s electric, yes I haven’t seen her for 20 years now. Her, Clarissa,
yelling at me from the window of our too small dorm. That dorm that trapped us, propagated
ideas. ideas born from passions and secrets. Does she remember our secrets? Ah, our secrets.
They were whispered so long ago now that their sounds have no doubtedly evaporated from our
minds.
Dave Peterson: I didn’t want to go to the party. Didn’t think I would. But I had a nice
meal, and a nice walk, and now I’m here, outside Her door, ready to go in.
Emma Stone: Man I so don’t want to be here I want to be OUT on the streets, on the
road with Manna, she’s the only one who understands that this is not the way to live man all
uptight in dressed and social confinements. I just wanna leave.
Manna Yiltz: The girl across the room, why I cam, have no idea, she begged me, asked
me to join in the sport of watching these fallen birds. They are pathetic, smiling, retching the
corners of their mouths I will not five any fake smiles to these women, my smile belongs to her
and her melodic voice. The words...
Ellie Kensington: The party Clarissa is throwing is about to begin. I’ve finally received
my invitation. It was a bit last minute, but that does not matter. Perhaps she simply forgot to
invite me. How she could forget to invite one dear aunt, I don’t know! To invite one aunt but
not the other. Hmm!
Francesca Le Pompadour: A party! Oh la la! I have not been to a party since arriving
here. It is good. Good friends, new friends, and food! Local cuisine! It is good. I am bringing the
cake, I am making it myself. Oh la la, a party! What will my mother be thinking?
8:30
Yvonna Schwartz: I am so shy here. Ed Sullivan the famous actor is here. I watched
his show all the time in the Soviet Union. He always made me laugh. I am so awkward in these
situations but at least Francesca looks at ease. But I feel a little that i don’t belong here. I will try
my best. I hope I will learn to be accepted here.
James Michaelson: I have already made great strides in popularizing my business.
People were responsive to my talks about the wonder of LSD. Some of the guests seem...
Vivien Kensington: LSD seems unnatural to me. There are two girls in pants. And a
foreign girl, I forget her name, with thin straps! What a time we live in! My sister is the only
one I can relate to here, it seems. Even Clarissa seems nervous, and her dress is too short.
Emily Smythe: Gracious, I don’t remember half of these people, young Fanny for
instance, though not that young anymore. Young Emma seems a little at odds with her mother,
or vice versa more likely. A great deal of potential--she just needs the city, I told Clarissa. Ed
Sullivan’s here seems a stoic man, a little full of himself maybe but I guess that’s what happens
in the business, fame can ruin you, not that he’s ruined, most people are quite polite in fact.
Warren Stone: As soon as I opened the door for Fanny she jumped on me, squeezing
me so tightly. She is so enthusiastic about everything. I just feel like I can’t ever come up with
anything to say to her. That psychologist man seems nice and well-educated, he told me about
some wonder drug, LS...D, or something. I haven’t had to encounter Emma’s friend yet, gladly.
Consuela Dorr: I cannot believe that two foreigners were invited they stand out horribly
in their dress and that Ed Sullivan he’s a little snobby oh how I wish my husband were here this
is the worst time for him to be away on business.
Clarissa Stone: I cannot believe that Fanny came. I haven’t seen her in ages. She really
hasn’t changed. Not like David. He seemed content, which really is strange for him. His eyes
are exactly the same. Those eyes have always been mysterious. I’m still not quite sure what the
color is.
Ed Sullivan: I’ve just met Emily Smythe, who appears to be a big fan, and one
particularly enthusiastic French woman. It rather bothers me, speaking to foreigners, but I have
to admit I was flattered by all the attention. It’s good to know I’m respected around
here...although this one woman did push past me quite rudely. I shall discover her name. I was
not impressed by her attitude.
Fanny Forton: A bit late I was, certainly unexpected. As unexpected as Clarissa’s
union to that brute Warren. Warren, him mudding himself on the rugby field while it was
Clarissa and I who smoked cigarettes under the bleachers. I say I saw their daughter a moment
ago and could have sworn I smelled that old familiar smell of smoke, oh to be young again.
Clarissa must have forgotten these secrets for she seemed to lack empathy for the rebellion her
daughter...
Dave Peterson: Well I went in. Clarissa and I are still awkward. Fanny is wearing a
smashing little dress and looks as young as ever. Interesting how I had to think if this was the
right time to tell Clarissa about Maria.
Emma Stone: Ugh, thank God Manna finally came. I’m sorry to have made her come (I
know she hates my parents and they hate her) but I need her, I can’t interact with these people.
But Ed Sullivan is here! I was excited when he cam but Manna says he’s le the fame go to his
head, he’s being held down by the man too, just like everyone else. No one seems to be able to
escape it.
Manna Yiltz: I told her that her father’s jacket was imprisoning his soul as the doctor
explained LSD. These people get a rush off of these things, these materialistic urges to eat, the
gluttonous hunger to show themselves as something they are not. Ah the look on her mother’s
face when I barged through the door. I need a cigarette, it’s so stuffy in here, that…
Ellie Kensington: Oh my! There are two young women here who are wearing pants!
Imagine, women wearing pants in this day and age. It is a horror. Women are supposed to be
proper and respected; they should never wear pants. At least not in public, what they do in their
own homes I’m not to judge. Vivien and I were absolutely horrified to see such women dressed
that way.
Francesca Le Pompadour: These Americans are so nice, so good. They are all so nice
to foreigners. J’aime les Americans. It is so nice to be in American party. I met the Ed Sullivan, I
told him I am big fan, big fan. He is very nice, and very rich. Big star. At American party
anything can happen. And the food, such good food. These Americans are being very good, very
nice people. An old woman (very nice) said, “nice to meet you.”
9:00
Yvonna Schwartz: The happiness here reminds me so thoroughly of my dear sweet lost
love. The war. The happiness of my home before we were sent into peril. My heart is aching
and I do not wish to remember. Perhaps I will drink the pain away. A good glass of wine
always does the trick. I wish Fanny would stop complaining about cheese.
James Michaelson: The host blames this car crash on the wonder drug, LSD. He must
know that the problems only happen from abuse. He really must do some research and expand
his views. This society is too rigid.
Vivien Kensington: My sister thinks I need to schedule an appointment with this man
James. He looks professional, but I got a strange vibe from him. Why would I need an
appointment anyhow. Nowadays there seems to be drugs for everything. It’s artificial. I think
he told me a lie. I can’t be sure though it isn’t that clear in my mind anymore.
Emily Smythe: What a damn bat that Manny is, with her prewritten answers—it’s easy
to criticize life but much harder to love it. No matter, Emma’s got a good head on her shoulders,
I want her to come live with us, she’d be happy, I know she would. Speaking of happy, there’s
David back in town, looking the same as always, same way of looking after my sister—I hope
her husband doesn’t mind—but then, he left to look after the accident, good thing, I’d hate to
think someone would be harmed through our negligence. Dorr is a nice one as well, very
pleasant, I find. Gossip papers, it seems.
Warren Stone: Some car crashed outside of the house. Apparently a man had
consumed a large amount of LSD, that odd drug that psychologist was telling me about and acted
recklessly and crashed. I don’t know if that drug is safe…Fanny knows I’m no big risk taker.
To think she looks down on me for that. I had to go out and observe the car crash. I guess I’m
the man of the party. I talked to Consuela, she seems to be doing fine; I should talk to her more
later. We need to catch up. Some foreign ladies tried talking to me but I had no idea what they
were saying. Their manners are so odd, so different from ours.
Consuela Dorr: There was a crash outside on the street James who is a psychologist
says it is because of LSD he seems to know a little too much about drugs I’d say. Kids these
days are willing to do anything our government should have laws against the use of drugs or at
least parents should have a handle on their kids what they need is a nice firm hand.
Clarissa Stone: My daughter really is a complete disaster. And that friend of hers.
Goodness me, what is this world coming to. I have an odd suspicion something is not quite right
with David. He says he’s in love with a native, I mean really what is he thinking. He’s always
been this way, so carefree and almost ignorant of the consequences of his actions.
Ed Sullivan: There was a rather terrible car crash out front (I’m told it was the result of
drug abuse) that got everyone worried. I don’t know what all the fuss was about, the man
appeared to be fine, and there were plenty of people in the street to help him. Dave is a fine
gentleman. We had a decent conversation. And I must point out my offence that I have yet to
speak with the hostess. After her enthusiastic invitation, I rather expected she would show the
courtesy as to welcome me personally. Her husband, Warren, did though. He is a much more
respectable sort.
Fanny Forton: Ugh…Dave. He always was wretched. Wretched but a dear friend.
We’ve spend so much time together vying for the same absent attentions. And now he says he’s
in love! Ha. We all know what love means to him sharp criticisms and failures, poor soul. Poor
soul. Oh, I remember how it used to be.… Maybe Clarissa had a soft spot for him after all…
No, there’s no way, not with Warren and all.
Dave Peterson: I hate parties. What a revolting conglomeration of people trying to look
nice and act nice and really think, oh, he looks nice tonight, oh, the brownies are rather bland, oh,
when can I leave so I won’t offend anyone. I would much rather just talk to Clarissa.
Emma Stone: Man we just met a rad cat. Manna and I were just discussing how
everyone looked and acted the same, all flocking to the window to view a car crash, poor
victims. And this guy who looked just like the rest came up and introduced himself, some kind
of doctor, saying how my mother was too tied down by conformity, social and religious. Then
he told us about LSD, as if we didn’t already know. Cool cat, man.
Manna Yiltz: The psychiatrist spoke to us with the mouth of a god trapped in a
Hypocrates body. He spoke of conformity in his own stifling jacket and silly flowered
handkerchief , he is going to go too far one day. Much too far, spinning his little web out of
control, anyone’s control, but we will have him, we will have them all and they won’t understand
until it’s too late, their sick incomprehensible minds. Of course I’m not married, I am no
housewife, I will have no children. This world is a despotic hole eating me, trying to force me
into this institution that I will never let seep into my blood that nourishes my existence.
Ellie Kensington: A car accident, how awful. When I first heard of the automobile, I
was a young woman who was very easily influenced, but I would never dream of riding in one.
Trains, horse carriages, even walking, they’re all so much safer and more reliable. It must be the
young women who wear pants and the men who talk about strange drugs that are bringing
society to such awful places. Anyone who gets into car accidents should not be allowed to drive.
They are a danger to many people. There needs to be some sort of regulation against it.
Francesca Le Pompadour: Yvonne is crazy. She speaks of the war and I fear the
Americans will hear. But one woman, she spoke of cheese. Too much talk of cheese in Paris.
And the others, they speak of American drugs. I fear they are doctors that may take Yvonne
away. Oh what to do? I cannot be in America without Yvonne. All alone I am lost. Oh Yvonne,
please, please do stop this musing. The war is over and I cannot be alone. The people here do not
understand what I need and say: they do not know me like Yvonne does. I must protect my
friend or leave this country for the homeland. This is it, I will keep her quiet.
9:30
Yvonna Schwartz: We went to speak to the two women who are crudely dressed. They
laughed so I laughed as well. I only wanted to fit in but I feel that they may have been laughing
at me for sport. But after I met another poet. I have yet to ask her name. The wine helped but
there is still a dull ache in my heart. I will try to forget the past and life for the now.
James Michaelson: The hostess and her friend have really fallen from glory. They used
to lead lives free from restraint, but now restrict themselves to social norms. I could see loads of
psychological stress in them.
Vivien Kensington: Clarissa smoked cigarettes under bleachers with Fanny, when she
was under my care. I never knew. It is amazing how past events renew themselves years later. I
guess it doesn’t matter anymore. I cannot chastise her. I could chastise her daughter though.
Emma is conversing with that beatnik.
Emily Smythe: That doctor seems a little pompous—he’s saying the right things,
though, I don’t know about Clarissa’s repression but about youth certainly. Little wonder that
Emma consorts with the most outrageous people she can, what with her mother. Clarissa—I feel
she’s avoiding me. I haven’t said more than two words to her, oh, and that Fanny! Talking to
Clarissa like that in front of _________! I had to do damage control.
Warren Stone: Damned beatnik corrupting my daughter! I don’t understand why she
would associate with someone like that. It almost seems a little alluring defying everything, but
no. There is no reason for such nonsense. I’ve had to tell the story of the car crash around 5
times and I’m getting tired of it. Just a repeat of what I’ve already said, just like these parties:
always the same.
Consuela Dorr: Clarissa’s daughter should be controlled she should honestly stop
throwing these parties and look after her family instead…what is the world coming to…Warren
never should have married Clarissa she associates with strange people.
Clarissa Stone: Why in the world Sally brought up all of those old stories is really
beyond me. We haven’t ever spoke of them before, I don’t see why there is a need to be
scandalous now. Warren is quite sophisticated, reliable, and never does anything unpredictable.
He really is boring, isn’t he.
Ed Sullivan: I have discovered the name of that rude woman who bumped into me
earlier. Her name is Manna Yiltz, Warren and I talked about how he believes she is influencing
his daughter, and Clarissa entered the conversation and completely ignored me. I am beginning
to dislike her.
Fanny Forton: That girl of Clarissa’s! Ha, I told her some stories. Yes stories of my
yesterdays, our yesterdays. It’s so sad to think that today is just another yesterday later on. Ah,
later on, what good does later on do for me if what I yearn for is the past. There was one point
where everything seemed clear, in focus, enlarged. It was as if my life were but a newspaper and
for one brief moment I was allowed the use of a magnifying glass.
Dave Peterson: Warren is dumb and simple, as usual. Doesn’t know what LSD is.
What a dweeb. What did Clarissa not see in me that she saw in Warren? The cake is good,
though.
Emma Stone: Mom’s old friend Fanny is really stuck in the past. She was telling me
about how her and mom used to be rebels—sure, like I believe that. We also met a poet—I want
to go back and talk to her, but she seems confused—I asked who she was and she didn’t even
answer. There’s also a crazy French woman trying to get us to come to France. This is insane.
Manna Yiltz: A rebel? What a joke, the woman claims Emma’s mother was a rebel, she
knows nothing of stepping outside of her body and feeling the cool air crash upon a face not
contorted by the thought of unimaginable happiness. The French woman is cute, you can tell she
has nothing in her brain but calm-hearted emptiness. You should have seen the way her eyes lit
up when I spoke French back.
Ellie Kensington: That Fanny, she never changes, never! She is still the same freespirited girl that she was the last time I saw her—when she was cutting the heads of flowers of
from the stems in my sister’s garden. And now all she does is talk as if she is still living in the
past. I know the past was a much better time, but she needs to move forward. She can’t keep
reliving the past.
Francesca Le Pompadour: I saw two American women in black, one with a beret and
cigarette. We are good friends now, good American friends. Yvonne met a poet and we spoke of
publishing. I am Yvonne’s publisher and we spoke of that. The Americans are very nice, they
have good jokes and are good people. Some speak French and others try to understand my
accent. With time I will be a good speaker, and sound American.
10:00
Yvonna Schwartz: The hostess is who I expected to be the most kind of everyone but
she and her friend only spoke about the war which is what I am trying to forget. The poet looks
kind and I will try to speak to her again. Not now but perhaps later when I’m feeling better.
James Michaelson: Ed Sullivan has seen the light and will make an appointment with
me. When I prove modern theory right, with him no less, my practice will be famous.
Vivien Kensington: Clarissa said she has given up trying to control her daughter. That
is absurd, she has the time to control her daughter, she doesn’t even have a garden to keep her
busy. What does she do with herself all day.
Emily Smythe: Talked to Warren a little, apparently the car crash was caused by some
drug called LSD, which the driver had taken. At first I was shocked, but apparently the doctor
recommends LSD as a miracle drug in small doses, and who can completely discount his word?
Manna seems to be universally loathed—or at least by Warren. I hope that he doesn’t give
Emma too much of a hard time.
Warren Stone: I had to tell the car crash story again! Well at least it gives me
something to talk about, gives people a reason to talk to me, better than those awful silences.
Emily showed interest in that drug, but I don’t know, Ed Sullivan certainly didn’t want to get
involved in it and I agree. The nerve of Emma’s friend! Walked right through my conversation.
Consuela Dorr: I ate half a delicious cookie…and half more my husband would not
approve but he’s not here is he! I don’t care a snit what my husband thinks.
Clarissa Stone: I’m ignoring David. That is the only way I will be able to get through
this even, pretend he isn’t here, still in Puerto Rico. If only. After the psychologist spoke to me,
I once again believed I would have been happier with David, not Warren. But then there’s Sally.
Ed Sullivan: I have had a serious discussion with Dr. Michaelson regarding my anxiety
disorder. He has asked that I set up an appointment with him and partake in an experiment with
this new “miracle drug” LSD. I don’t like the idea of it, especially seeing as it was the cause of
the car accident. I shall confide in Dave’s opinion of the matter.
Fanny Forton: Oh It’s out, my new secret is out I just had to tell her. I’m married yes
married. That day where I walked down the aisle every step pulled my heart farther from me.
Pulled it father back into the past, and I couldn’t help but wonder is this how she felt when
Warren promised her a million things, a million things which he could never do. Ah and I have
children now…
Dave Peterson: Ed Sullivan approached me to talk to me. I was standing with a bunch
of quiet girls, very negative, cliquish girls. Clarissa walked through our group and didn’t even
notice us. Hmm. She has dulled with age.
Emma Stone: The party is absolutely dragging for eternity man, I can’t get out. Man
Fanny is a crazy cat, she keeps talking about LSD—apparently it’s what cause that car crash. I
hear murmurs about Manna now, too—from everyone. “Trying to get a rise out of everyone”—
ha! Man, she just wants them to see that they’re living incorrectly—this way “trying to get a rise
out of everyone” life is bad for their souls.
Manna Yiltz: I feel as though I am waiting, waiting for something exciting something
that will inspire me. Poor Clarissa, maybe someday Emma will educate her, maybe she will
never understand. The girl reads to me, it calms us, reminds us of the other threshold outside this
stuffy party. I do not feel like I am saving her at all, all ,all, the hawk calls, it attacks,
slaughters…
Ellie Kensington: How strange, Clarissa’s friend Dave doesn’t seem to remember me,
yet he remembers my sister. I guess I wasn’t around as much as Vivien was. I was rather busy
during those years and couldn’t find time to visit as often. It was difficult spending time with
family…
Francesca Le Pompadour: The Americans may not be so nice. They asked if French
children are literate. I was angry because France is very civilized. And then, that promiscuous
old friend of the hostess asked if we remember the war, and France’s “silly stunt.” Yvonne went
off worse than ever, but the woman persisted. And the big star Ed Sullivan did not want to speak
to the foreigners.
10:30
Yvonna Schwartz: The doctor is kind but he reminds me. Everything reminds me. I
feel better but my heart still remembers my beloved. The doctors couldn’t save him. And
neither could I. The food in my stomach made me feel…goodness two women kissed not even
on the cheek like the greetings I have learned from Fran. It’s blasphemous in my country.
James Michaelson: I started a conversation with two foreign guests and they ran away.
Somehow they did not respect my standing as a psychologist. They must be more tolerant.
Vivien Kensington: Clarissa and Fanny have kissed in a corner. Fanny is acting just as
absurd as she did when she was young. She refuses to inform of what she has been doing with
her life. She is living in the past, as is Clarissa I am now assuming. Their arms are constantly
around each other.
Emily Smythe: Shit—a scandal. That awful Fanny, why did Clarissa invite her? Or at
least she shouldn’t have invited the Kensington’s too, and the gossip column man! They were
kissing, apparently, Fanny and Clarissa which wouldn’t surprise me but oh, I hope it was just
something friendly, they both must be drunk—I must talk to Clarissa, they keep touching in
public.
Warren Stone: I hardly talked to anyone, spent most of the time eating the pasta
Clarissa spent most of the afternoon preparing. It was truly delicious. She is so good with that
type of thing. Emma’s horrible friend Manna was reading from her wretched book! Appalling!
Consuela Dorr: Clarissa kissed Fanny Forton! I have never in my day seen such
obscenity! Warren should control his wife!
Clarissa Stone: Maybe she isn’t my child. She must have been switched at birth or
something. That would be a relief. Mothers are supposed to love their children no matter what,
but I don’t. I don’t think I love anyone in my family. Family is a unit, a safe and sacred place
that one calls home.
Ed Sullivan: While I was having my discussion with Dave, I couldn’t help but overhear
and argument that appeared to be between Fanny and Manna. I don’t care much to meddle in
their personal affairs.
Fanny Forton: Oh that self righteous wench Clarissa’s daughter is carrying on with.
You can’t just go to a party and point your bony little finger at a word on a page, and not just any
word I say the f*ck word! I understand rebellion but this has gone too far, far away as college,
oh the good old times at college.
Dave Peterson: Ed was thing of taking LSD—what’s up with that?
Emma Stone: Manna’s getting more and more crazy with each cup of “tea” she
drinks—people are getting upset. Maybe I’ll ditch my poor little Ginsberg for now (I’ll be back
later, Man, wait for me). Man hates it. I agree with Manna, but I wish she could just keep it
down a bit—this party is my mother’s pride and joy, much as I hate it, she digs it.
Manna Yiltz: The bells ring like the surreal pictures the poems painy in my head. I
started reciting Ginsberg, but poor Emma got shy and took the book from me. There was an
accident earlier, but the full magnitude has not shattered my being until now. The fawn over
someone’s pain because they are too weak…
Ellie Kensington: I am ashamed to be related to such a woman! Clarissa was kissing
Fanny just a minute ago. I always knew there was a strange relationship between the two when
they were younger. But now Clarissa is married! She has a daughter! There should not be any
kissing between her and Fanny. There just shouldn’t.
Francesca Le Pompadour: We met a psychologist! I steered Yvonne right away from
him. I do not mean to be rude, but it is dangerous for us. An old woman came by and told me of
Fanny and Clarissa…they were KISSING! Not a gentle cheek kiss, but with lips, lips on lips, a
lipkiss. There is no telling what will happen when women kiss on the lips!
11:00
Yvonna Schwartz: The crude women do not believe me. I am a poet:
And how the river flows
with everlasting night
And how the barn owl swoops and calls
never causing his swift flight
James Michaelson: There was an incident involving a kiss. I do not know what
happened, but is has driven a wedge between the host and hostess. I hope to help them.
Vivien Kensington: Everyone is tense and frantic. I heard a rumor about what Clarissa
and Fanny do behind doors. Honestly, this party is disgraceful. Clarissa had to be taken
outdoors and talked to. They all need help. Fanny has drank too much.
Emily Smythe: Dense! Clarissa denies that she kissed Fanny, but I doubt her, I look at
Fanny and she’s looking at Clarissa like she’d like, well, you know, but really! Clarissa was
talking with her husband when I saw her, with Fanny trailing behind, Fanny tried to put her arm
around her again.
Warren Stone: My wife Clarissa! Kissing Fanny on the lips? What is this nonsense? I
was asked why I let Clarissa invite her, but I said Clarissa was very close her in college, and now
that I think of it she did all preparations, so she has the power to invite people.
Consuela Dorr: The one party I attend without my husband is out of control I must
remember to never come again!
Clarissa Stone: ME. ME, kiss Fanny Forton. What are these crazy people thinking,
obviously I have given them…
Ed Sullivan: It has been revealed to me of an incident wherein Clarissa has kissed
Fanny rather scandalously on the lips. Everyone seems to be concerned about it, especially
Warren.
Fanny Forton: A kiss on the lips!? There were people whispering it, but as all whispers
do they surely seemed like screams. And not only shouts of inappropriateness but of lies!
Perhaps I wish these lies were true but they are not, they haven’t been for 30 years.
Dave Peterson: I was supposed to make a crass inappropriate joke, but it failed, because
I didn’t have a follow-up ready. I should have asked Ed about it beforehand. Need to get some
noodles.
Emma Stone: Absolutely not, man! I just heard that crowd of old bogies talking about
how my mother just kissed Fanny. “The lip kiss,” that crazy French cat says. Not a chance in
hell, Man. At least it drew attention away from Manna.
Manna Yiltz: Oh how I wish I could have seen it the “lip-kiss”, to catch her in the act to
laugh, ah but to want it so badly those lips, coated with clear gloss, those lips that speak such
beautiful utterances, twitter almost.
Ellie Kensington: Everyone I have spoken to is horrified that Clarissa was kissing
Fanny. James offered to help Warren, but I think that it is Clarissa who really needs the help.
Why would she ever do such a thing? It’s absolutely preposterous.
Francesca Le Pompadour: The hostess’ kiss with the promiscuous woman is news to
everyone. I spread it like I should, because now I am an American. Gossip is part of the
American lifestyle. And what can I say? I must become a true American, and keep Yvonne
safe.
Reflections on The Party
James Michaelson: Wonderful, I will be able to help so many people free themselves.
I can’t wait to make appointments and use modern theory.
Warren Stone: So my marriage might be over….
Ed Sullivan: Clarissa didn’t speak to me once during the party. I am going to take
Dave’s advice and not try the Doctor’s LSD.