JUNE 1: Changed calendar. "The Ruins of Isengard."
JUNE 17: Got "God-Emperor of Dune," "Monster Manual,"
"Deities and Demi-gods," "Yesterday and Today [record]."
JUNE 18: Washed sheets.
JUNE 19: Cleaned and washed counter. Halbardier came over.
JUNE 20: Crook-tail the kitten died. Saw "Horse Feathers."
That summer in June I was rather like the Hobbits in the ruins of Isengard; just taking a break after the end of one struggle before a new one began. I was still groping and experimenting around with various cultural byways. In "The Little Red Diary" when I mention seeing a movie, it is usually the first time I've ever seen it. I'd seen the Marx Brothers here and there of course, but mainly on cheesy T-shirts and in transcription of dialogue in printed media, which could not hope to relay the true spirit of the Marxes. "The counter" was a kitchen sideboard with a Formica top where we stored newspapers, mail, Pop's homemade pickles, and whatever else kitchen detritus it attracted. It needed regular and heroic maintenance Crook-tail was the last, desperate scion of Belladonna's brood. The others had found homes. We clung to this frail little kitten with a broken tail.
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