The Divine Fallacy Lines

Finally! Dorothy Kiss?

Victor Hugo?

At last

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I got lost

Come in, come in

I reversed the numbers of your address

We don’t have much time

I went to 22 West 17th instead of 17 West 22nd!

I have to leave for Paris in an hour

The minute I got there, I knew something was wrong

No, make that forty-five minutes

There were all these naked people milling around… With pigeons

The spring collections open tomorrow

They were so beautiful

It’s going to be a mad house… Come in, Please

I didn’t realize they came in so many colors (at the same time) red, green, yellow, purple… I think they’d been dyed

I swore last year would be my last, but a man’s goot to make a living, right? Hey, where did you go? Miss Kiss… we’ve got to hurry if you want me to do this. Come in, come in, I won’t bite.

My glasses are fogged over! I can’t see a thing!

Here, let me help you off with your coat

Whoops, I was just… sorry, sorry, sorry sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry

So you’re Daphne’s sister?

Dorothhy Kiss, the writer…

I know it’s a shocker

No, no…

She’s the top fashion model in the country, and here I am… Miss Muskrat

The more I look at you, the more I see the resemblance

You donn’t have to do that

No really. There’s something about your forehead…

I take after my father. The rodent side of the family… Small, nondescript, close to the ground…

You’re funny

I try

So…

Goodbye, nice meeting you

Hey, hey, just a minute

I can let myself out

Daphne said you were comin out with a new novel and needed a photograph for the back cover

Another time

It sounded wild

Oh god, oh god

Something about a woman whose head keeps falling off

This was her idea, ot mine. I hate having my picture taken. I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it

She told me you might react like this

Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it!

Dorothy, Dorothy…

Why can’t yyou set up your camera in my brain? Bore a hole in my skull and let ‘er rip. There’s no plainness here, but heaving oceans ringed with pearls and ancient cities rising in the mist… Grab your tripod and activate your zoom, wonders are at hand… Holy men calling the faithful prayer as women shed their clothes at the river’s edge… Click! Jeweled elephants drink beside them, their trunks shattering the surface like breaking glass. Click! Their reflections shiver and merge, woman and elphant becoming one… slender arms dissolving into rippling tusks, lossen hair spreading into shuddering flanks… Click click click! Now you see them, now you don’t… A breast, a tail, a jeweled eye… Click! Macaws scream overhead, or is it the laughter of the women as they drift further and further from the shore, their shouts becoming hoarse and strange… Click! Aim your camera here, Mr. Huge. This is where beauty lies… Mysterious, inchoate and out of sight!

I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink

Right, right

VICTOR?! I’d like a drink, if you don’t mind

Coming right up. What’s your poision?

Vodka, neat.

You got it!

That’s alright, I don’t need a glass. Thanks, I needed that

Holy shit

Where are my manners? I forgot about you. Sorry, sorry

Cheers!

Could I ask you a personal question?

Shoot

Are you really related to Victor Hugo?S

Strange, but true

Really, really?

Really! He was my great great grandfather. A votre service

He’s my favorite writer! He’s asll I read… Over and over and over again! I can’t believe I’m standing in the same room with you!

Hey, what are you doing? That’s a 2000 dollar camera you’re using

A direct descendant of Victor Hugo

Put taht down

No one will believe me

Give it here! I said give me that camera

Ow ow

Miss Kiss… Miss Kiss… Oh my God, my God… What did I do? Are you alright?

A tourniquet… I need a tourniquet

On the double

Wait my sock…

Here let me help

No I can do it

How are you feeling?

Better thanksI

‘m so sorry

It’s not your fault

I didn’t mean to hurt you

I have a stigmata

What?

I said I have a stigmata. It bleeds when I get wrought up

You have a stigmata?

Several, actually

Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ, indeed

A stigmata? In my studio?

I’m afraid you’re going to miss your plane to Paris. I’m sorry. Well, I guess you may as well take my picture

Right, right… your picture

I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be

Yoo hoo… Mr Hugo?

You’re so beautiful!

Please

You look so sad… Like an early Christian martyr.

I can’t… I can’t… I just… can’t

Vicotr, Victor it’s alright. We all have something. You have your eye, Daphne has her beauty and I have this. it’s ok. It makes me who I am.

Listen to me… Listen. WHen the navahos weave a blaket, they leave a hole to let the soul out- the flaw, the fallacy- call it what you will. It’s part of the design, the most important part- faith, surrender, a mysterious tendency to bleed

I’m so ashamed

You did your job. you took my picture

But I didn’t see you

Shhh

I was blind

Shhh

Blind, blind, blind

There, there, it’s alright. It’s over