Soodaroo in Love
Saturday, December 04, 2004
…
Boy, what a lousy guy I am, you don’t understand.
I said to her all of a sudden, just for the heck of it, how I kind of memorized her note backward. The one she wrote to me. I recited the whole thing backward to her. I said to her, “While a wait please baby the see to want you if.” I says to her, “That’s it backward.”
Then- get this. I mean get this. Ruthie, she started to cry! Then she said, “I don’t care about anything now.”
It was a funny thing to say. Ruthie, she says plenty of funny things. Funny kid. It’s a good thing I know her inside out. Sort of.
Then I said sort of, “Wake me when it thunders, Ruthie. Please. It’s okay. I mean, wake me when it thunders.”
That made her cry harder. Funny kid. But she wakes me now, that’s what I mean. It’s okay with me. I mean it’s okay with me. I mean I don’t care if it thunders every night.
Wake Me When it Thunders – J. D. Salinger
* * *
- You are not in the class.
- No, I’m not, never, why? Why you ask me such a damn sort of question?
And just staring to my eyes, not anything else. I still looking to face of Master of that course, what class we were, I do not remember. I never can remember anything of this sort.
- You know a man named Soodaroo?
Silence was between us for minutes until I answered, the creature was as patient as hell itself.
- Yeah, I think I know some one with this name, but, he commit suicide ages ago, what the earth interested you in him?
- I heard of him,
- You cannot, he was always thirsty, always, and never, never anything quenched him, he always drinks until died. No one know him until he died. No one, not you.
- It is important?
- Eh, he—you never think of it, I mean it is too funny, he fall while for the first time he could smile.
Then silence covers my mind, probably the creature was looking to funny smile in my eyes, tears? I cannot call it in this way.
- I never forgot him.
I was starting again.
- Never, you know something, I can feel him in my soul sometimes, drives me mad, and I can do nothing, have you ever feel such nonsense? I sitting motionless and my body laughs at me, I kill myself like him do ages ago.
The creature said nothing. I looked outside of myself, to the class that continued making fun of life by mocking literature works. It was just a murmur that I could hear from my mouth:
- I know that lad very good, not completely, he was mad, and madness covers his life until he fell from the highest building of the farest city of the far far a land.
- And then? Fantasy you mean? Story of love and mad like books? And stories and hell?
- Then nothing, he come back, his madness back, and full every cell of my body, you know something funny, I am someone known as him, someone unreal, someone, how can I say? Just a body and a shadow, shadow and nothing. And nothing is all my life, all I can write in white sheets of my time.
Outside someone said something and every one laughs. I smile and think how nonsense is our life.
Soodaroo
2004-12-03
6:48 PM
Boy, what a lousy guy I am, you don’t understand.
I said to her all of a sudden, just for the heck of it, how I kind of memorized her note backward. The one she wrote to me. I recited the whole thing backward to her. I said to her, “While a wait please baby the see to want you if.” I says to her, “That’s it backward.”
Then- get this. I mean get this. Ruthie, she started to cry! Then she said, “I don’t care about anything now.”
It was a funny thing to say. Ruthie, she says plenty of funny things. Funny kid. It’s a good thing I know her inside out. Sort of.
Then I said sort of, “Wake me when it thunders, Ruthie. Please. It’s okay. I mean, wake me when it thunders.”
That made her cry harder. Funny kid. But she wakes me now, that’s what I mean. It’s okay with me. I mean it’s okay with me. I mean I don’t care if it thunders every night.
Wake Me When it Thunders – J. D. Salinger
* * *
- You are not in the class.
- No, I’m not, never, why? Why you ask me such a damn sort of question?
And just staring to my eyes, not anything else. I still looking to face of Master of that course, what class we were, I do not remember. I never can remember anything of this sort.
- You know a man named Soodaroo?
Silence was between us for minutes until I answered, the creature was as patient as hell itself.
- Yeah, I think I know some one with this name, but, he commit suicide ages ago, what the earth interested you in him?
- I heard of him,
- You cannot, he was always thirsty, always, and never, never anything quenched him, he always drinks until died. No one know him until he died. No one, not you.
- It is important?
- Eh, he—you never think of it, I mean it is too funny, he fall while for the first time he could smile.
Then silence covers my mind, probably the creature was looking to funny smile in my eyes, tears? I cannot call it in this way.
- I never forgot him.
I was starting again.
- Never, you know something, I can feel him in my soul sometimes, drives me mad, and I can do nothing, have you ever feel such nonsense? I sitting motionless and my body laughs at me, I kill myself like him do ages ago.
The creature said nothing. I looked outside of myself, to the class that continued making fun of life by mocking literature works. It was just a murmur that I could hear from my mouth:
- I know that lad very good, not completely, he was mad, and madness covers his life until he fell from the highest building of the farest city of the far far a land.
- And then? Fantasy you mean? Story of love and mad like books? And stories and hell?
- Then nothing, he come back, his madness back, and full every cell of my body, you know something funny, I am someone known as him, someone unreal, someone, how can I say? Just a body and a shadow, shadow and nothing. And nothing is all my life, all I can write in white sheets of my time.
Outside someone said something and every one laughs. I smile and think how nonsense is our life.
Soodaroo
2004-12-03
6:48 PM
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