domingo, agosto 07, 2005

93 - How I Almost Lost My Mona

“Do you find it easier to talk to me now?” Mona inquired.

“As though I’d known you for a thousand years,” I confessed.

I felt like crying

“I love you.” She said it simply

“Mona?”

“Yes?”

“Is – is there anyone else in your life?”

She was puzzled. “Many” she said at last.

“That you love?”

“I love everyone.”

“As - as much as me?”

“Yes.” She seemed to have no idea that this might bother me.

I got off the floor, sat in a chair, and started putting my shoes and socks back on.

“I suppose you – perform – you do what we just did with – other people?”

Boko-maru?”

Boko-maru.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t want you to do it with anybody but me from now on,” I declared.

Tears filled her eyes. She adored her promiscuity; was angered that I should try to make her feel shame. “I make people happy. Love is good, not bad.”

“As your husband, I’ll want all your love for myself.”

She stared at me with widening eyes. “A sin-wat!”

“What was that?”

“A sin-wat!” She cried. “A man who wants all of somebody’s love. That’s very bad.”

“In the case of marriage, I think it’s a very good thing. It’s the only thing.”

She was still on the floor, and I, now with my shoes and socks back on, was standing. I felt very tall, though I’m not very tall; and I felt very strong, though I’m not very strong; and I was a respectful stranger to my own voice. My voice had a metallic authority that was new.

As I went on talking in ball-peen tones, it dawned on me what was happening, what was happening already. I was starting to rule.

I told Mona that I had seen her performing a sort of vertical boko-maru with a pilot on the reviewing stand shortly after my arrival. “You are to have nothing more to do with him,” I told her. “What is his name?”

“I don’t even know,” she whispered. She was looking down now.

“And what about young Phillip Castle?”

“You mean boko-maru?”

“I mean anything and everything. As I understand it, you two grew up together.”

“Yes”

“Bokonon tutored you both?”

“Yes.” The recollection made her radiant again.

“I suppose there was plenty of boko-maruing in those days.”

“Oh, yes!” she said happily.

“You aren’t to see him anymore, either. Is that clear?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I will not marry a sin-wat.” She stood. “Good bye.”

“Good bye?” I was crushed.

“Bokonon tells us it is very wrong not to love everybody exactly the same. What does your religion say?”

“I – I don’t have one.”

“I do.”

I had stopped ruling. “I see you do,” I said.

“Good bye, man-with-no-religion.” She went to the stone staircase.

“Mona…”

She stopped. “Yes?”

“Could I have your religion, if I wanted it?”

“Of course.”

“I want it.”

“Good. I love you.”

“And I love you,” I sighed.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo piensa que...

mona me ama

8/8/05 1:14 a.m.  
Blogger Ary piensa que...

Me canse de leer en ingles, ¿de que trata esto?

9/8/05 9:38 a.m.  
Anonymous Anónimo piensa que...

Se trata de una mujer que ama a muchos y de un hombre que quiere exclusividad, la pide y casi pierde a la mujer, entonces decide aprender de ella esa capacidad de amar sin poseer.

ingulf

15/8/05 9:10 a.m.  
Anonymous Anónimo piensa que...

gugu, de donde lo sacaste? me suena a miller... la crucifixión rosada, plexus sexus nexus

am i right?

ingulf

15/8/05 9:14 a.m.  
Blogger Gugú piensa que...

mmmnop.
Cat's Cradle,
Kurt Vonnegut.

=)

15/8/05 3:24 p.m.  

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