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Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

The Quiet Read

If you don’t mind me saying, you look so cool sitting there.
You know busy Dublin pub and there you are in the corner with a pint, reading your book.
Ah yeah, I suppose.
Good luck then Mr Supercool.
Yeah, take care.
I mean I'm sorry I disturbed ya but I had to to say it to ya because; well I just loved the whole set up. D'ye know what I mean?
You know, big good looking guy, clean white shirt., like standing out and saying, I'll read where the fuck I want.
Yeah Ok. Well, I'll get back to the book - good luck now.
I mean its not everyone would have the balls to do that. I know I wouldn’t. I mean, I've been watching you and you didn't take your eyes off that book once. Even with all the coming and going in here. That's great concentration. Or more accurately, says I to meself, its just I'll do what I want and I don’t give a bollix.
Ok. I get your point. Now would you just -
Like, it’s a statement really isn't it? One big fuck off sign in front of your table. Big hard cases can read books too. But its Do Not Disturb as well. Two statements! Just thought a that... And you haven't said a word. Like you've got this force field round you and don’t anyone come near it or there'll be fucking bother I'm tellin ya.

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Date posted: 12 Aug '09 - 13:36
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