Hear is not the right word. I became a telephone. Edith was the electrical conversation that went through me.—Well, what was it, what was it?
—Machinery.
—Machinery?
—Ordinary eternal machinery.
—And?
—Ordinary eternal machinery.
—Is that all you are going to say?
—Ordinary eternal machinery like the grinding of the stars.
—That’s better.
—That was a distortion of the truth which, I see, suits you very well. I distorted the truth to make it easier for you. The truth is: ordinary eternal machinery.
"Beautiful Losers," Leonard Cohen
[Carroll Street west of Damen Avenue]
