James:
Brownie´s not so good today. And what are these old Americans so animated about? Sweeping changes in the 1930s pharmaceutical industry. Love it when old people say "fuck". Magnets for pain control? Arthritis? "What kind of magnets do you use?" Exactly what I´d like to know, good work old American no.1. Fucknuts! Missed it writing that down. Something to do with oppositely charged magnets though. Sounds obvious. Some guy had a clinic and the feds came and shut him down. Media were all over it.
"Why is it illegal?" He´s on fire! "Because it works....The medical profesions don´t make money out of healthy people!" Conspiracy. Bored of eavesdropping now. There´s something very epic and cinematic about old American voices. They were born to narrate, having lived 50 years or so first. Very complementary these two. Maybe thats what they do. Hang around in cafes attracting interest. No.1 speaks very slowly and deliberately. Practically monotone. But what a rich coffee like tone it is! Great timing too. Drops punctuations marks like little bombs of quiet significance. The other guy´s some sort of agitated new age type. Higher pitched; rolls up and down over words gaining intensity until hitting those naisal notes of excitement. Enthusiastic swearer aswell. Unlikely seeming pair, but complementary.
Naisaly guy says he´s had pneumonia recently. Seems in good shape though, except for a hacking cough - agitated by flirting with the waitress. Makes his dog bark too. Perhaps in sympathy, or maybe embarressment. A break in conversation. Are they awkward? Can´t be seen to look over. Back onto the arthritis, maybe we´ll get to the bottom of the magnets now? No. He´s moved one. Something to do with using audio and light waves now: spectrachrome therapy? "Its illegal to practice medicine without a licence." Sense in that. Hence the feds presumably. "If I were to help you I´d get locked up man....You can experiment on your own body though." Now we´re getting somewhere. Come on monotone, what experiments does he do? Changing the subject! But we´re onto gold! I´ve misjudged you no.1. Not the man of scientific inquisitiveness I thought you were. Attenborough, please resume your seat at the throne of fantasy grandads. Forgive me, I won´t be lulled into the arms of an imposter by evocative pronunciation again, I´ve learnt my lesson.
Wonder what no.2´s been doing to himself though? He´s a bit of a livewire for someone who´s only eaten melon for the last 4 days. Has a youthful ardour about him. Guess thats how you are if you´re conducting medical experiments on your own body. That´s some belief that is. Putting yourself in the way of the consequences. Jumping out of a plane with a theorectical parachute. Pretty noble. Although if he´s ill maybe its just necessity, or desperation. Or a fervent distrust, misguided or otherwise of the alternatives. Still its action. Slapping your dick across the forehead of adversity. Yeah, pretty noble.
Jane:
This is what its all about: out for a drink, just me and my book. The only place in town that´s open and not a club where people shreik for joy when Cher comes one. "El Jardin", not much life, except for the Germans, they´re having fun. Still managed to pick a table for two in the corner. Not wanting to take up too much space - be in anyone´s way. So ridiculous, why should I even think about stuff like that? James indulges me in it. Picks the corner tables for me. I´m a retreat for him. I guess he´s a retreat for me, from uncertainty. I´m being unfair, thats just a part of us. And I´ve come out to be around people. Around them, but by myself. Absorb some of their warmth. Put myself in the way of possible company. Sounds pretty lonely, but that´s ok. Thats´s good.
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