【有声英语文学名著】CHAPTER FOUR(4)
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On Stephanie‘s advice Emma had written letters to publishers, to agents, then to bookshops, but nothing. There was a recession on and people were clinging to their jobs with grim determination. She thought about taking refuge in education, but the government had ended student grants, and there was no way she could afford the fees. There was voluntary work, for Amnesty International perhaps, but rent and travel ate up all her money, Loco Caliente ate up all her time and energy. She had a fanciful notion that she might read novels aloud to blind people, but was this an actual job, or just something that she‘d seen in a film? When she had the energy, she would find out . For now she would sit at the table and glare at her lunch.
The industrial cheese had set solid like plastic, and in sudden disgust Emma pushed it away and reached into her bag, pulling out an expensive new black leather notebook with a stubby fountain pen clipped to the cover. Turning to a fresh new page of creamy white paper, she quickly began to write.
Nachos
It was the nachos that did it.
The steaming
variegated1 mess like the mess of her life Summing up all that was wrong
With
Her
Life.
‘Time for change’ comes the voice from the street.
Outside on the Kentish Town Road
There is laughter
But here, in the smoky
attic2 room
There are only
The Nachos.
Cheese, like life, has become
Hard and
Cold
Like PlasticPlastic
And there is no laughter in the high room.
Emma stopped writing, then looked away and stared at the ceiling, as if giving someone a chance to hide. She looked back at the page in the hope of being surprised by the
brilliance3 of what was there.
She
shuddered4 and gave a long
groan5, then laughed, shaking her head as she methodically scratched out each line, crosshatching on top of this until each word was
obliterated6. Soon there was so much ink that it had soaked through the paper. She turned back a page to where the
blots7 had
seeped8 through and glanced at what was written there.Edinburgh morning, 4 a.m.
We lie in the single bed and talk about the Future, make our guesses and as he speaks I look at him, think
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