Tuesday, August 10, 2010

the middle years

i only ever think of brilliant and nasty writer truman capote as young and skinny or looking a lot like the egg who sat on the wall.
he seemed charming, spoiled, and the slave of a sweet tooth that went hand in hand with a penchant for arrows that dive straight through the heart.

it is interesting to see him here, looking sort of professorial, kind of like class is over but now he is deciding just what to do about one particular student.

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