The Soft Machine

William S. Burroughs

CONTENTS

D

ead on Arrival

Who A

m I to Be Critical?

P

ublic Agent

T

rak Trak Trak

E

arly Answer

Cas

e of the Celluloid Kali

T

he Mayan Caper

I Se

kuin

P

retend an Interest

L

ast Hints

Whe

re the Awning Flaps

1920 Mov

ies

Whe

re You Belong

U

ranian Willy

G

ongs of Violence

D

ead Fingers Talk

Cr

oss the Wounded Galaxies

Dead on Arrival

I was working the hole with the sailor and we did not do bad. Fifteen cents on an average night boosting the afternoons and short-timing the dawn we made out from the land of the free. But I was running out of veins. I went over to the counter for another cup of coffee. . .in Joe's Lunch Room drinking coffee with a napkin under the cup which is said to be the mark of someone who does a lot of sitting in cafeterias and lunchrooms. . . Waiting on the man. . . 'What can we do?' Nick said to me once in his dead junky whisper. 'They know we'll wait. . .' Yes, they know we'll wait. . . There is a boy sitting at the counter thin-faced kid his eyes all pupil. I see he is hooked and sick. Familiar face maybe from the pool hall where I scored for tea sometime. Somewhere in grey strata of subways all- night cafeterias rooming house flesh. His eyes flickered the question. I nodded toward my booth. He carried his coffee over and sat down opposite me.

The croaker lives out Long Island. . . light yen sleep waking up for stops. Change. Start. Everything sharp and clear. Antennae of TV suck the sky. The clock jumped the way time will after four P.M.

'The Man is three hours late. You got the bread?'

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