In the end Bernard had to slink back, diminished, to his rooms and inform the impatient assembly that the Savage would not be appearing that evening. “ H á ni!” he added as an afterthought and then (with what derisive ferocity!): “ Sons é so tse-n á.” And he spat on the ground, as Popé might have done. “ Ai yaa t á kwa!” It was only in Zuñi that the Savage could adequately express what he felt about the Arch-Community-Songster. “But the Arch-Community-Songster of Canterbury is there to-night.” Bernard was almost in tears. “Go to hell!” bawled the exasperated voice from within. “Won’t you come to please me?”ĭespairingly, “But what shall I do?” Bernard wailed. “Just to please me,” Bernard bellowingly wheedled. “That’s precisely why I don’t want to come again.” “You ought to have asked me first whether I wanted to meet them.” “But you know quite well, John” (how difficult it is to sound persuasive at the top of one’s voice!) “I asked them on purpose to meet you.” “Let them wait,” came back the muffled voice through the door. “But everybody’s there, waiting for you.” BERNARD had to shout through the locked door the Savage would not open.
0 kommentar(er)
