[at Bill Hickock's grave] Evenin', Bill. Jane ain't with me, ‘cause she's a drunken fuckin' mess, and I don't know what to do about it. I know you want her looked out for, and I'm doin' my fuckin' best. But I won't stand before you claimin' optimism. Other news. That letter you wrote your wife just before that cocksucker murdered you, it come to my hand. I won't even try explainin' fuckin' how. And knowin' what we know about our fucked up postal system, I ain't committin' it to the fuckin' mails. You know I will try to get it to her, which I pray'd be a portion off your mind. When I've found where she's at, on my way settin' off I'll tell you. All right. God bless you, Bill. [starts to leave and then turns back] And as far as Jane, as drunk as you've seen her, you've never seen her this worse. Between us, maybe havin' lost, wantin' to keep on. So I - I don't know what the fuck to do! But you know I'll-- I'll keep tryin.' [leaves]
S2Childish Things
Summon from Farnum that cunt with the long Kraut moniker.
E.B. ain't been over for coffee.
Should I ask if Farnum's come for coffee before I get you to summon that cunt? [To the disembodied 'Chief'] Dead and without a body, you strill outstrip him for intelligence.
Seeing you know about losing friends, you might be a good person to go on and talk to her.
How does standing in my own puke prompt you to volunteer me to give a condolence call?
Why fucking wouldn't it, Jane? You like being situated how you are?
My beliefs about you have to do with your soul, which I feel is cold and ungenerous, unless you are a counterfeit. And if you are a counterfeit, the deception comes so naturally, I'd credit its source in such a soul.. meaning, cold and ungenerous, and as capable of counterfeit.. manipulative and treacherous as well.
Who can you think I am, Mrs. Garret? I, a poor working?
You are not.
I only hope your high wroth, ma'am, don't bespeak some affair gone amiss.. I hope to Christ not involving Mr. Bullock. Even under such duress, you oughtn't presume to strike me. For who do you take me then? For who do you mistake me?
I mistake you for no one, Miss Isringhausen, and I know you for a fact.
All right then, Mrs. Garret. You've had your fit of temper, get the fuck back to your room.
[To the disembodied 'Chief'] Sent many of your friends to the happy hunting ground. Formidable Tom was, and no more a fool now than time shows us all.
This roof over our heads, Mr. Bullock, testifies to your care for William and me. The fostering affection and guidance you show my son to shape him into a man will only deepen my gratitude to you. As for myself, no further demonstrations are necessary as.. other duties claim your attentions.
None such as you conceive since your arrival, nor will they again, whatever the state of our relations.
Do not sacrifice further on my account, Mr. Bullock. I reject the offering. I repudiate it! I find it poisonous!
Is this true, Al?
Did he fucking confirm it to you?
I haven't spoken to Bullock.
So, then I guess it ain't confirmed. Answer me this fucking question: why in fuck do I find out about this telegraph operator arriving tardily and by accident?
I wasn't aware that you were owed official notification.
Merrick, you and me are allies, marching into battle together, and aren't smart-assed replies amongst allies a waste of fucking time?
Do you speak Chinese?
I do not, sir.
However you accomplish communication with that son of a bitch, then the more the disgrace to your soul!
That easy, to forget a fucking brother!?
Money has properties in this regard! ..Though no remedy is discovered yet sovereign against sentimental remorse.
S2Amalgamation and Capital
[talking to a horse before he and Hostetler castrate it] Now, if you want to take it out on someone, remember it was very dark-skinned white folks that cut on you. They just sounded like niggers to throw you off.
Knowledge is overrated, William. Diligence is what's required in the service of a willing spirit.
They're hypocrite cocksuckers. And the fuckin' lyin' instruments and tactics they use to fuck people up the ass can be turned against them.
On my order, Mr. Tolliver, Lee will burn this building, mutilating you before, during or after as I specify, or when he chooses unless I forbid.
Oh, my full attention is at your disposal.
Dan, don't you agree that the truth, if only a pinch, must season every falsehood, or the palate fucking rebels? And mustn't the novice chef be mindful not to ladle out his concoction by the unseasoned fucking ton, lest before he perfect his art, he lose his clientele?
Every rumor you floated in your article, Merrick, I believe is a living possibility for this camp, and I want you to fucking hear that as a compliment.
If so, it's the first from your lips.
Because all them possibilities, called next to accomplished fact, in one fucking outgush makes people smell a rat.
Yes, I suppose so.
These interests coming after us, Merrick, they're fucking rough. They're going after our nuts. They're hypocrite cocksuckers, and the fucking lying tactics and instruments they use to fuck people up the ass can be turned against them.
My newspaper being such an instrument.
But scale, amount, proportion, seasoning. Drink that fucking second shot, Merrick!
I like my fucking liquor.
A trait in you that gave me early hope.
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