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One of those no-neck monsters hit me with a hot buttered biscuit so I have to change! Well, I! – just
remarked that! – one of th? no-neck monsters messed up my lovely lace dress so I got to
cha-a-ange! I swear they?ve got no necks. None visible. Their fat little heads are stuck on their
fat little bodies without a bit of connection. An? it?s too bad, ?cause you can?t wring their necks if
they?ve got no necks to wring! Yep, they?re monsters, all right. All no-neck people are monsters.
Hear them? Hear them screaming? I don?t know where their voice boxes are located since they
don?t have necks. I tell you I got so nervous at that table tonight I thought I would throw back my
head and utter a scream you could hear clear across the Arkansas border and parts of Louisiana
and Tennessee. I said to your charming sister-in-law, ?Mae, honey couldn?t you feed those
precious little thing at a separate table? They make such a mess and the lace cloth looks soooo
pretty…? She made enormous eyes at me and said, ? Ohhhhhh, no! On Big Daddy?s birthday?
Why, he would never forgive me!? Well, I want you to know, Big Daddy hadn?t been at that table
two minutes with them no-neck monsters slobbering an? drooling over their food before he threw
down his fork and shouted? ? Fo? God?s sake, Gooper! Why don?t you feed them pigs at a trough in
the kitchen?!? Well, I swear, I simply could have dii-ie-ed! -Big Daddy shares my attitude towards
Brother man and that monster of fertility Mae! As for me, well – I give him a laugh now and then
and he tolerates me. In fact, – I sometimes suspect that Big Daddy harbors a little unconscious
lech for me. Way he always drops his eyes down my body when I?m talking to him, drops his eyes
to my boobs an? licks his old chops! Ha ha! – Why are you looking at me like that? The way you
were lookin? at me just now , befo? I caught you eyein? the mirror? I don?t know how t? describe it,
but it froze my blood! – I?ve caught you looking at me like that so often lately. Don?t you think I
know that-? Don?t you-? – Think I know that-? That I?ve gone through this – hideous! –
transformation, become – hard! Frantic! —–cruel! That?s what you?ve been observing in me lately.
How could y? help but observe it? That?s all right. I?m not – thin-skinned anymore, can?t afford t? be
thin-skinned anymore. – But, Brick? Brick? I was goin? to say something: that I get – lonely. Very!
Living with someone you love can be lonelier – than living entirely alone! – if the one that y? love
doesn?t love you…. You used to be such a wonderful lover… such a wonderful person to go to bed
with, and I think mostly because you were really indifferent to it. Isn?t that right? Never had any
anxiety about it, did it naturally, easily, slowly, with absolute confidence and perfect calm. More
like opening a door for a lady or seating her at a table than giving any expression of longing for
her. Your indifference made you wonderful at lovemaking. Strange? – but true…. You know if I
thought you would never, never, never make love to me again, I would go down to the kitchen and
pick out the longest sharpest knife I could find and stick it straight into my heart, I swear that I
would! But the one thing I don?t have is the charm of the defeated, my hat is still in the ring and I
am determined to win! What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? – I wish I knew…. just staying
on it, I guess, as long as she can…
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