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"I have noticed that in this, your country, rural compatriots sometimes bring elephants into large cities in the hope of selling their fine fodder to the pedestrians so that they might have the experience of elephant feeding." Nawin was amused at the strained efforts the Laotian underwent with some formality of diction to impress him. "Yes, in Laos too, I would suppose." "I don't know, really.
The woman smiled with closed lips and a childish, exaggerated shaking of her head. "She's not supposed to talk to strange men let alone take things from them," said the Laotian with a grin. "However, you can send it this way." "Sure," said Nawin. He gave the stick of gum to him. "Thank you, kind sir," he said with a brief gesture of the wai and a quick denuding of his stick of gum.
The Laotian burst out in a laughter which started out as a mild guffaw before burning away any acrimony against opulent Bangkokians, their ignorance, and more specifically, this rich Thai's obtuseness, to become a pleasant and embracing cacophony of good will. Nawin noticed a blanketed entity at his feet that puzzled him and made the reason for the laughter cease to matter.
His consciousness awry, at certain seconds the world seemed to have become an ethereal haze and he sensed himself on a slippery precipice of the declension of the foundation of self, which one only feels in the asphyxiation of loneliness. Twice he stumbled as he walked. The second time he did so the Laotian laughed. "You all right, old man?" he asked. "Yeah I'm fine.
And if he did not know his ability to know how would he know the relationship of a couple of relative strangers absolutely. Epistemology was the study of nothing for nothing could be known absolutely no matter how much the brain yearned for certainty. He could sense that the Laotian knew that he liked him as well as the girl.
Vientiane." "We're not jungle monkeys," said the Laotian. Nawin smiled warmly. Of course they were but how pleasant that they were endeavoring to be more. "Forty, are you? So young," continued the Laotian. "And if we had known we would have made you a cake. We would have, you know?" "Would you have? And how would you have made one in a train?" "I don't know. There were stops.
Like individuals shoving through the crowds to swoop in the descent of agenda, so were the lower clouds and so it seemed to him now was the Laotian. He seemed eager to take him someplace. "Is your home very far out there?" "Rather. No. I don't know. It depends on what you mean. We'll try to get there before darkness overtakes us." But what if darkness and rusticity was what he wanted.
Having made successful war upon this province, and impressed thousands of Laotian captives, he next turned his arms against Cambodia, took the capital by storm, slew every male capable of bearing arms, and carried off enormous treasures in plate gold, with which, on his return to his kingdom, he erected a remarkable pagoda, called to this day "The Mountain of Gold."
And no matter how many times he tried to wash it away its grittiness was extant. After so much decadent thought about the Laotian the implosion of his solitary tower was an inevitability. For the most part he regretted having thrown his telephone into the garbage at the train station.
"Anyhow, most men would consider them quite beautiful, think what you want." Having said this, and glad that he had, he still was not content for the Laotian to think what he wanted and so he pulled out a wallet that contained some slides of his favorite paintings that were there with some of his favorite condoms.
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