REVOLUTIONARY ROAD - PART THREE CHAPTER THREE

he had been a professional for twenty years

without quite learning his craft

he would never drum that well again,

would never again kindlec that much admiration

and left him weak

and happy as a child

is that it’s so awful

it’s kind of nice

fallen into it like

a cheap bad habit

one hand lightly tapping the table

to Steve Kovick’s beat

Was his wife unhappy? That was unfortunate

but after all, her problem

a younger and more tasteful version of the

junior exeutive suit Bart Pollock wore

she made a

damp untidy package in his arms

in all his guilty fantasies

he could never have plotted

as he miserably pressed

and mauled her

pleasant, tired

young suburban matron

why couldn’t she

go to europe, or disappear or die?

he felt chastened and

full of blood

God, how I wanted to be seventeen

when I was twelve

it was my own

Emotional Problem