I continue to stare at the cigarette packet, debating. "No… I guess it's okay." "Oh, Cecelia would… adore it," I say. "Yes," I say, "Clarify." lo stabilimento 3M Italia, sito in località San Marco Evangelista, nel polo industriale di Caserta, produttore di poliestere per supporto magnetico e fotografico, lucidi e polveri anticorrosive, opera in un mercato che ha subito significative contrazioni produttive ed occupazionali a causa del mutamento di natura tecnologica dovuto al passaggio da prestazioni analogiche a quelle digitali; "Come on," I yell, taking her hand. "But I'm not apologizing," I warn McDermott. Greg McBride walks in and stops by my chair. "Did you watch the Winters Show this morning? Riot. Total riot," and we give each other high-five before he takes a seat between Dibble and Lloyd. God knows where they came from. "I'll just have…" Anne stalls, deliberating. "Oh, I'll just have a Diet Coke." "Well?" I ask, standing there, arms crossed, tapping my foot impatiently. "Luis, you know Robert Chanc-" Charles starts. "No," she says and then pointing at Tim, "to Price." "Well, aren't you guys having fun?" I ask, ignoring her question. BRUTTI Massimo, PAGANO. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: "Do you know that Hamlin owns six television sets and seven VCRs?" I crane my neck but can't figure out who's doing anything. SEWELL, MAGGIE HOLMES, A.V. 21 28-JAN-1893 3-202 "Oh really?" Chillingly, her interest perks up. "What was Kitty wearing?" che in particolare quest’ultima si manifesta, ormai da troppo tempo, improntata e condizionata da logiche clemenziali generalizzate e portate all’eccesso, nonché da logiche meramente deflattive del tutto dimentiche dell’insostituibile funzione generale preventiva che la repressione giudiziaria dovrebbe tenere ferma per assicurare il corretto e delicato equilibrio nell’agire costituzionale dei poteri preposti alla cura degli interessi dei cittadini, Non mi rifaccio alle situazioni pregresse; mi limito ad osservare che siamo dinanzi ad un vero e proprio sistema economico e sociale - e questo, secondo me, è ancora più grave - malavitoso, che impiega una manovalanza di diverso tipo, da quella violenta che serve a mantenere la forza del sistema illegale a quella, per così dire, laboriosa, cioè i senza lavoro che, volenti o nolenti, devono sottostare a questo sistema alternativo. "Time to go bird-dogging, gentlemen," I say. Suddenly McDermott grabs my arm. "What the fuck is Price doing? Look." STOCKER, ROBERT J. 25 RICHARDSON, MYRE 21 C 21-JAN-1936 9-169 And though it has been in no way a romantic evening, she embraces me and this time emanates a warmth I'm not familiar with. I am so used to imagining everything happening the way it occurs in movies, visualizing things falling somehow into the shape of events on a screen, that I almost hear the swelling of an orchestra, can almost hallucinate the camera panning low around us, fireworks bursting in slow motion overhead, the seventy-millimeter image of her lips parting and the subsequent murmur of "I want you" in Dolby sound. But my embrace is frozen and I realize, at first distantly and they with greater clarity, that the havoc raging inside me is gradually subsiding and she is kissing me on the mouth and this jars me back into some kind of reality and I lightly push her away. She glances up at me fearfully. STINGFELLOW, JAMES 21 McDADE, VERDA SUE 18 15-JUN-1940 10-107 "Listen, Sid. Mr. Owen says we can take this car, so…" I stop, my breath steaming in the frozen air. "Just stop it," she says, ignoring me. "Oh look, it's Robert Farrell." After waving to him, she discreetly points him out to me and sure enough, Bob Farrell, whom everyone likes, is sitting on the north side of the room at a window table, which secretly drives me mad. "He's very good-looking," Evelyn confides admiringly, only because she's noticed me contemplating the twenty-year-old hardbody he's sitting with, and to make sure I've registered this she teasingly chirps, "Hope I'm not making you jealous." "I don't want you to get drunk," I tell her. "But that's a very fine chardonnay you're not drinking." res, she can see the darkening clouds behind my eyes lifting. And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing… this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea… SHADRACK, J.D. 26 STEWART, GENE 20 04-FEB-1892 3-157 Owen is wearing a double-breasted silk and linen suit, a cotton shirt and a silk tie, all by Joseph Abboud, and his tan is impeccable. But he's out of it tonight, surprisingly untalkative, and his dourness drizzles over my jovial, expectant mood, dampening it considerably, and I have suddenly resorted to making comments such as "Is that Ivana Trump over there?" then, laughing, " Jeez, Patrick, I mean Marcus, what are you thinking? Why would Ivana be at Texarkana?" But this doesn't make dinner any less monotonous. It doesn't help lessen the fact that Paul Owen is exactly my age, twenty-seven, or make this whole thing any less disconcerting to me. "Have you heard of it?" I ask. "But which kind?" Caron's on a roll. "Understandable." I nod at the untouched glass and bottle, and then look up at him. "Lime?" "I'm not hungry," I say. "Dinner was… filling." "Yikes!" I exclaim. Kimball opens his book and for the first time gives me a slightly hostile look. "He was at Atlantis with Craig McDermott, Frederick Dibble, Harry Newman, George Butner and" - Kimball pauses, then looks up - "you." "Like what?" he asks without looking away from Vanden. "By the way, why is there an ice cube in my soy sauce?" "Er, Yale," I say slowly. "Right?" "And cheap," Van Patten adds. "What? What did you say?" I ask with forced politeness, jerking myself feebly back to an erection. "Where?" Sobs beneath the pillow, barely audible. "Bateman?" Van Patten asks. "Any style opinions on ditsiness?" SHIPTON, W.E. 29 WARREN, BETTIE 21 24-DEC-1903 4-245 "Yeah, but we were waiting first." Un centinaio di aderenti ai locali centri sociali "Deposito Bulk", "Pergola" e "Torkiera" ha inscenato una manifestazione di protesta all'interno dell'esercizio commerciale "Esselunga", facendo ingresso in massa nella struttura. Gli stessi, dopo aver allestito un sistema di amplificazione sonora ed aver posizionato un manichino raffigurante "San Precario", hanno effettuato degli interventi sui temi del "precariato sociale" e dello "sfruttamento" dei dipendenti nel settore della grossa distribuzione. SANDIN, JOHN 32 CARLSON, SELMA 17 08-AUG-1897 3-454 I pause again - what do I mean? "Well, I think, for one, that he was probably a closet homosexual." I have no idea; doubt it, considering his taste in babes. "Who did a lot of cocaine…" I pause, then add, a bit shakily, "That Yale thing." I'm sure I say this bizarrely, but there's no other way to put it. I am dimly aware of a phone ringing somewhere. In the cafй on Columbus, countless numbers, hundreds of people, maybe thousands, have walked by our table during my silence. "Patrick," Jean says. Someone with a baby stroller stops at the corner and purchases a Dove Bar. The baby stares at Jean and me. We stare back. It's really weird and I'm experiencing a spontaneous kind of internal sensation, I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible. "I'm not supposed to," she says, looking off into a pocket of darkness between two buildings across the street, but when her eyes fall back on me she notices the hundred-dollar bill I'm holding out to her and without asking what I'm doing, without asking what it is I really want of her, without even asking if I'm a cop, she takes the bill and then I'm.allowed to rephrase my question. "Do you want to come up to my apartment or not?" I ask this grinning. I ask for a gram, tell him Madison sent me. I pull my wallet out and hand over a fifty and two twenties. He asks the Eurotrash chick for her purse. She hands him a velvet bag by Anne Moore. Ricardo reaches in and hands me a tiny folded envelope. Before I leave, the Eurotrash girl tells me she likes my gazelleskin wallet. I tell her I would like to tit-fuck her and then maybe cut her arms off, but the music, George Michael singing "Faith," is too loud and she can't hear me. "He has a point," Reeves says. "So…" Kimball looks at his book helplessly. "There's nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?" quali siano le scoperture di personale, quali i problemi che rendono difficile il funzionamento dei commissariati di Barra, Frattamaggiore, Pianura, Portici, Secondigliano e Posillipo; xercises to cool down I take a quick hot shower and then head to the video store where I return two tapes I rented on Monday, She-Male Reformatory and Body Double, but I rerent Body Double because I want to watch it again tonight even though I know I won't have enough time to masturbate over the scene where the woman is getting drilled to death by a power drill since I have a date with Courtney at seven-thirty at Cafй Luxembourg. c) mantenimento in capo al Banco di Sicilia, all'esito delle risultanze dell'operazione di fusione per incorporazione dell'azienda bancaria Banco di Sicilia e del successivo scorporo dell'attuale configurazione aziendale, dell'attuale assetto patrimoniale, della sua struttura direzionale, di supporto informatico e di rete insulare e peninsulare, nonché la tutela delle partecipazioni detenute dallo stesso; permane la gravissima condizione dell’ordine pubblico nella città di Napoli e provincia, che riceve ormai quotidiana conferma da sempre più pesanti atti criminosi di piccola e grande criminalità; "Cecelia! Come here at once." I pull her arm, then tell Owen and Meredith, "Excuse us. We have to talk to that elf and get this all straightened out." "It came back to me." He shrugs. "Bruce Boyer," I correct him. "He was the author of Elegance. A Guide to Quality in Menswear." Then as an aside, "And no, Craig, he wasn't a serial killer in his spare time." "What a joke you are," I say, unsure if he's lying. "If I remember correctly, Saint Paul's… I mean-" STEWART, KAREN AILENE 27 TAYLOR, JIMMY CARTER 26 14-JUL-1973 15-666 "Would you like to see-" the waiter begins. "You wouldn't believe it," he says. "You see, the bags around its eyes have to be lifted surgically every two years, so we have to go all the way down to Key West - which has the only vet I really trust in this world - and a little snip, a little tuck, and Richard can see splendidly once again, can't you, baby?" He nods approvingly as I continue to run my hand seductively across the dog's back. I'm with Craig McDermott in Harry's on Hanover. He's smoking a cigar, drinking a Stoli Cristall martini, asking me what the rules are for wearing a pocket square. I'm drinking the same thing, answering him. We're waiting for Harold Carnes, who just got back from London on Tuesday, and he's half an hour late. I'm nervous, impatient, and when I tell McDermott that we should have invited Todd or at least Hamlin, who was sure to have cocaine, he shrugs and says that maybe we'll be able to find Carnes at Delmonico's. But we don't find Carnes at Delmonico's so we head uptown to Smith & Wollensky for an eight o'clock reservation that one of us made. McDermott is wearing a six-button double-breasted wool suit by Cerruti 1881, a tattersall cotton shirt by Louis, Boston, a silk tie by Dunhill. I'm wearing a six-button double-breasted wool suit by Ermenegildo Zegna, a striped cotton shirt by Luciano Barbera, a silk tie by Armani, suede wing-tips by Ralph Lauren, socks by E. G. Smith. Men Who've Been Raped by Women was t "You don't think…" She breathes in and puts her glass down. "You don't think it's" - and now she looks around the restaurant before leaning in, whispering - "AIDS?" SCOTT, MARQUIS DARYL 35 GRANT, JOYCE M. 38 23-MAY-1992 17-540 "But so do I," she says, smiling. SCALES, WILLIAM 23 JOHNSON, SHARON 21 C 20-DEC-1975 16-186 "What?" She laughs. This one I break. "Just look at it as, well, a new approach to business," I say. "This," he shouts, referring to, I'm not sure but I think, his double Stoli. "Could you please get rid of these things," Price tells the busboy as he gestures toward the Bellinis. t big hit of the eighties but also seemed to set the tone for the rest of theiralbums as the decade progressed. The other standout on Duke is "Turn It On Again," which is about the negative effects of television. On the other hand, "Heathaze" is a song I just don't understand, while "Please Don't Ask" is a touching love song written to a separated wife who regains custody of the couple's child. Has the negative aspect of divorce ever been rendered in more intimate terms by a rock 'n' roll group? I don't think so. "Duke Travels" and "Dukes End" might mean something but since the lyrics aren't printed it's hard to tell what Collins is singing about, though there is complex, gorgeous piano work by Tony Banks on the latter track. The only bummer about Duke is "Alone Tonight," which is way too reminiscent of "Tonight Tonight Tonight" from the group's later masterpiece Invisible Touch and the only example, really, of where Collins has plagiarized himself. Courtney sighs, anticipating another kick. "Patrick's cost twenty thousand dollars." She seems bored out of her mind, picking at a flat, warm piece of corn bread. Produced by the band, Sports opens with what will probably become their signature song, "The Heart of Rock 'n Roll," a loving ode to rock 'n' roll all over the United States. It's followed by "Heart and Soul," their first big single, which is a trademark Lewis song (though it's written by outsiders Michael Chapman and Nicky Chinn) and the tune that firmly and forever established them as the premier rock band in the country for the 1980s. If the lyrics aren't quite up to par with other songs, most of them are more than serviceable and the whole thing is a jaunty enterprise about what a mistake one-night stands are (a message the earlier, rowdier Huey would never have made). "Bad Is Bad," written solely by Lewis, is the bluesiest song the band had recorded up to this point and Mario Cipollina's bass playing gets to shine on it, but it's really Huey's harmonica solos that give it an edge. "I Want a New Drug," with its killer guitar riff (courtesy of Chris Hayes), is the album's centerpiece - not only is it the g After a pause, "I guess," I say glumly. "I'm sorry, sir, but no," he says cautiously. "Only Heineken, Budweiser, Amstel Light." I clasp my hands back where they were, pressing even tighter. Once again hunger overtakes me and so humming loudly to myself I reach again for the spoon, but it's hopeless: Evelyn's voice is at a particular pitch that cannot be ignored. ating only on the dying child. "I'm in a movie. I'm an actor," I tell him. "A model." Sighing inwardly, my eyes closed, I answer, impatient, "Not really, Hamlin. They're too sporty. They interfere with a business image. You can wear them with casual suits. Tweeds, whatever. Now Hamlin?" le parti cedenti e la cessionaria si impegnano in solido ai sensi dell’art.2112 del codice civile: SUBARICH, DRAZA M. 22 POSEY, LORI A. 18 06-AUG-1991 17-496 STOCKER, MINNIE 24 DUPREE, JARONE 26 10-OCT-1931 8-324 "No I didn't," he says, unsure. SIPES, J.M. 21 PAYNE, MARY 18 24-DEC-1890 3-97 SIPES, GLEN 21 HALL, INEZ 18 10-OCT-1931 8-352 integrazione delle piattaforme applicative; SMITH, DONA 18 JENKINS, W.M. 31 21-MAY-1902 4-137 SINGLETON, (M) ALICE 40 URGUHART, W. 48 23-MAY-1904 4-274 Side two opens smashingly with "Walking with the Kid," the first Huey song to acknowledge the responsibilities of fatherhood. His voice sounds mature and even though we, as listeners, don't find out until the last line that "the kid" (who we assume is a buddy) is actually his son, the maturity in Huey's voice tips us off and it's hard to believe that the man who once sang "Heart and Soul" and "Some of My Lies Are True" is singing this. The album's big ballad, "World to Me," is a dreamy pearl of a song, and though it's about sticking together in a relationship, it also makes allusions to China and Alaska and Tennessee, carrying on the album's "Small World" theme - and the band sounds really good on it. "Better Be True" is also a bit of a ballad, but it's not a dreamy pearl and its lyrics aren't really about sticking together in a relationship nor does it make allusions to China or Alaska and the band sounds really good on it. Pretending to be interested in the case, I ask, "Do you have any witnesses or fingerprints-" I take this in, nodding. "Gee, uh, that's too bad." SELLERS, MAX EUGENE 25 DAUGHERTY, (M) PATRICIA E. 29 12-MAY-1962 13-550 STOVER, WILLIE 33 SCHLESIER, (M) TOMMIE 37 28-MAR-1965 14-379 "Are we still procrastinating?" McDermott asks. "Don't procrastinate." save him from almost certain humiliation, and during a perfectly timed byte of silence I can hear Price shout, "Goodbye!" and then, the crowd finally paying attention, "Fuckheads!" Gracefully he twists his body around and hops over the railing and leaps onto the tracks and starts running, the champagne flute bobbing as he holds it out to his side. He stumbles once, twice, with the strobe light flashing, in what looks like slow motion, but he regains his composure before disappearing into blackness. A security guard sits idly by the railing as Price recedes into the tunnel. He just shakes his head, I think. STEWART, ELSIE LUCILLE 19 RAULS, ROE R. 24 20-NOV-1945 11-94 SORRELLS, CHARLES D. 42 SORRELLS, (M) LAQUETTA J. 39 14-APR-1978 16-326 "Exactly." He smiles. Nel contempo, alcuni dimostranti si sono impossessati di vari generi alimentari e bevande, in parte consumati e distribuiti ai clienti ed in parte occultati all'interno di zaini e trasportati all'esterno. A seguito dell'intervento delle Forze di polizia, i dimostranti hanno continuato l'iniziativa di protesta nell'atrio del supermercato, senza peraltro ostacolare l'attività di vendita. Tra gli autori dell'iniziativa, tutti a volto scoperto, sono stati riconosciuti una decina di aderenti ai predetti centri sociali che sono stati denunciati alla competente autorità giudiziaria, mentre altri sono in corso di identificazione anche attraverso la visione delle riprese del sistema di controllo interno al supermercato. "Is this it?" she asks, taking my membership card from me. I'm wearing Mario Valentino Persian-black gloves. My VideoVisions membership costs only two hundred and fifty dollars annually. Qualcuno ha infranto vetrine interne per impadronirsi degli articoli esposti. Un dipendente del centro ha cercato di opporsi ed è stato colpito al volto da uno dei facinorosi che gli ha procurato lesioni guaribili in 7 giorni. Il lavoratore ha presentato denuncia-querela, consentendo agli investigatori di identificare il responsabile dell'aggressione. Le forze di polizia hanno recuperato parte della merce sottratta - generi alimentari, computers ed altro materiale informatico - ed hanno documentato i fatti. A new TV monitor with a twenty-seven-inch screen, the CX-2788 from Toshiba, has a built-in MTS decoder, a CCD comb filter, programmable channel scan, a super-VHS connection, seven watts per channel of power, with an additional ten watts dedicated to drive a subwoofer for extra low-frequency oomph, and a Carver Sonic Holographing sound system that produces a unique stereo 3-D sound effect. evoluzione dei sistemi e sincronizzazione dell’information technology con le strategie di business; SHELBY, BOBBY 20 ADAMS, (M) EDITH 30 31-JUL-1948 11-504 "Whatever," I say. Some black guy has opened the cab door for Daisy and she steps in daintily and the black guy holds it open for me too while I get in, waving, nodding to Bethany. "A tip, mister," the black guy asks, "from you and the pretty lady?" "Well, you do too," I say slowly, hoping that she won't say anything else. Pause. SIMPSON, ROSIE 23 GALBRETH, LEE 23 01-MAY-1920 6-356 A waiter, though not the hardbody, strides over to take another drink order. "But ditsy is cute," McDermott says. "Ditsy is very cute." STEVENSON, E.W. 50 FEASTER, (M) SIBY 40 25-APR-1901 4-65 F.to Silvio Berlusconi" "What?" he asks. SCOTT, HANDY 21 HAMPTON, LUVENIA 19 28-SEP-1919 6-311 SMITH, RICHARD Jr 20 MARKS, JUANITA 18 C 08-AUG-1942 10-375 Back in my apartment, while Christie takes a bath (I don't know her real name, I haven't asked, but I told her to respond only when I call her Christie) I dial the number for Cabana Bi Escort Service and, using my gold American Express card, order a woman, a blond, who services couples. I give the address twice and afterwards, again, stress blond. The guy on the other end of the line, some old dago, assures me that someone blond will be at my door within the hour. STEWART, FRANK 18 TOWNSEND, VELLIE 18 C 25-JAN-1925 7-194 "So Harold," I say, "did you get my message?" STORMAN, HENRY 47 CHARLES, EMILINE 19 06-MAY-1894 3-270 nks a car is following him down a deserted highway, now he feels the night accepts him, from somewhere else a shot is heard but doesn't really register because Patrick's mind is out of sync, forgetting his destination, until like a mirage his once building, where Pierce & Pierce is located, comes into view, the lights in it going off, floor by floor, as if a darkness is rising through it, running another hundred yards, two hundred yards, ducking into the stairs, below, where? his senses blocked for the first time with fear and bewilderment, and dumbstruck with confusion he rushes into the lobby of what he thinks is his building, but no, something seems wrong, what is it? you moved (the move itself was a nightmare even though Patrick has a better office now; the new Barney's and Godiva stores adjacent to the lobby ease the strain) and he's gotten the buildings mixed up, it's only at the elevator… SMITH, (M) MARY M. 28 JOHNS, PAUL 29 15-APR-1908 5-68 "Oh yeah," I say. " 'Just another night, just another night with you…' " I sing, sort of. "I know who he is." "That was an interesting case," I manage to say. I can already tell that it's going to be a characteristically useless, senseless death, but then I'm used to the horror. It seems distilled, even now it fails to upset or bother me. I'm not mourning, and to prove it to myself, after a minute or two of watching the rat move under her lower belly, making sure the girl is still conscious, shaking her head in pain, her eyes wide with terror and confusion, I use a chain saw and in a matter of seconds cut the girl in two with it. The whirring teeth go through skin and muscle and sinew and bone so fast that she stays alive long enough to watch me pull her legs away from her body - her actual thighs, what's left of her mutilated vagina - and hold them up in front of me, spouting blood, like trophies almost. Her eyes stay open for a minute, desperate and unfocused, then close, and finally, before she dies, I force a knife uselessly up her nose until it slides out of the flesh on her forehead, and then I hack the bone off her chin. She has only half a mouth left and I "Why aren't you wearing a tuxedo?" Owen asks, behind me. SIMS, RETHA 16 ROBERTS, WILLIE LEE 21 14-MAR-1964 14-272 "Look, guys," Van Patten says. "Bateman's indignant." "Well then, I don't want anything," Scott says, disappointed. "I mean I have one at eight at Xclusive." STEWART, (Ms) MURPHY 32 BURROUGH, TOM 32 01-JAN-1936 9-159 "Oh my god," Price moans, trying to grab at the busboy before he scampers off. "It's useless," I shout. "I can't hear anything." "What?" I ask spitefully. "You didn't hear me? You want some ham? Is that what you just said? You want… some ham?" "But we can't ignore our social needs either. We have to stop people from abusing the welfare system. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights while also promoting equal rights for women but change the abortion laws to protect the right to life yet still somehow maintain women's freedom of choice. We also have to control the influx of illegal immigrants. We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values and curb graphic sex and violence on TV, in movies, in popular music, everywhere. Most importantly we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people." I take a deep breath, close my eyes, count to ten, open them and make a helpless attempt to lift my arms back up to strangle Luis, but they feel weighed down and lifting them becomes an impossible task. I find myself walking through the antique district below Fourteenth Street. My watch has stopped so I'm not sure what time it is, but probably ten-thirty or so. Black guys pass by offering crack or hustling tickets to a party at the Palladium. I walk by a newsstand, a dry cleaners, a church, a diner. The streets are empty; the only noise breaking up the silence is an occasional taxi cruising toward Union Square. A couple of skinny faggots walk by while I'm at a phone booth checking my messages, staring at my reflection in an antique store's window. One of them whistles at me, the other laughs: a high, fey, horrible sound A torn playbill from Les Misйrables tumbles down the cracked, urine-stained sidewalk. A streetlamp burns out. Someone in a Jean-Paul Gaultier topcoat takes a piss in an alleyway. Steam rises from below the streets, billowing up in tendrils, evaporating. Bags of frozen garbage line the curbs. The moon, pale and low, hangs just above the tip of the Chrysler Building. Somewhere from over i SPAKES, JEWELL 18 HENDERSON, CHESTER MELVIN 18 27-SEP-1941 10-263 "Does anyone want to guess where I won't be tomorrow morning at eight?" I ask. Then for ten minutes I point out the stains to the tiny old Chinese woman who, I'm supposing, runs the cleaners and she's even brought her husband out from the back of the shop since I can't understand a word she's saying. But the husband remains utterly mute and doesn't bother to translate. The old woman keeps jabbering in what I guess is Chinese and finally I have to interrupt. An analog cassette deck by Akai, the GX-950B, which comes complete with manual bias, Dolby recording level controls, a built-in calibrated tone generator and a spot-erase editing system enabling one to mark the beginning and end points of a certain musical passage, which can then be erased with a single push of a button. The three-head design features a self-enclosed tape unit, resulting in minimized interference, and its noise-reduction setup is fortified with Dolby HX-Pro while its front-panel controls are activated by a full-function wireless remote. SMITH, ISAAC 24 FRAZIER, ELLA 20 25-MAR-1897 3-435 A questa tensione si aggiungono gli effetti della disarticolazione di alcuni clan storici e dell'arresto di esponenti carismatici molti dei quali divenuti collaboratori di giustizia. Negli spazi che così si aprono entrano nuovi gruppi e spesso singoli individui provenienti dalla criminalità giovanile e dalle sacche più disperate dell'immigrazione clandestina. "I take it you haven't tried the just-say-no approach with the seven-foot gorilla on Chambers Street?" Reeves asks. "The one with the crack pipe?" "Service, damnit, service," the guy behind me shouts. "Sure," Van Patten says. Ho qui un elenco dettagliato dei fatti che, con il suo consenso, signor Presidente, vorrei lasciare agli atti. SIPES, MYRTIS MARIE 18 TURNER, J.E. 19 03-SEP-1947 11-407 "Xclusive," I say. "On the Upper West Side." Carruthers looks over at him and then back at me. "Yeah, I guess. I heard Ashley has chlamydia." "None, Patrick," he says, also confused. "It was… roasted." "Whoa, wait," I interrupt. "May I ask where Pamela is during all of this?" "I really don't think so," she says in a monotone that almost cuts me off. She types the names of the movies and then my membership number into the computer. Tries to Cook and Eat Girl "You were on that fucking cruise thing. Now shut up and listen. So okay I picked up this Vassar chick at Tunnel - hot number, big tits, great legs, this chick was a little hardbody - and so I buy her a couple of champagne kirs and she's in the city on spring break and she's practically blowing me in the Chandelier Room and so I take her back to my place-" "Sorry," I hear her chirp. "Girlish mistake?" SANDERS, GEO R. 23 BLACKWELL, LULA L. 21 18-DEC-1898 3-516 SPENCER, (M) VERA 66 WATSON, EDGAR RAY 62 C 24-JAN-1970 15-328 STOVER, FLOY 18 O'KELLEY, RALPH 22 27-DEC-1919 6-339 "Oh yes he was, but his name wasn't Stash last time. It was Horseshoe or Magnet or Lego or something equally adult," Price sneers. "I forget." "I don't want to know about it." STEWART, CARA E. 19 HARRIS, J.H. 21 28-JAN-1891 3-108 Nicki smiles at me, then looks at the floor - pink, blue, lime green tiles crisscrossing each other in triangular patterns - as if it had some kind of answer, held some sort of clue, offered a coherent reason as to why she was stuck with Montgomery. Idly I wonder if she's older than him, and then if she's flirting with me. "He's good-looking," I tell her. STONE, MINNIE 19 OAKES, JOHN H. 33 31-AUG-1912 5-326 he spots Timothy, and Price gazes longingly at the tracks as if they suggest some kind of freedom, embody an escape that Price has been searching for, but I shout out to him, "Hey, there's Teddy," and this breaks his gaze and he shakes his head as if to clear it, refocuses his gaze on Madison and shouts decisively, "No, that's not Madison for Christ sakes, that's Turnball," and the guy who I thought was Madison is greeted by two other guys in tuxedos and he turns his back to us and suddenly, behind Price, Ebersol wraps an arm around Timothy's neck and laughingly pretends to strangle him, then Price pushes the arm away, shakes Ebersol's hand and says, "Hey Madison." SCHNYDER, VIRGINIA 25 HENDERSON, J.B. 35 17-OCT-1909 5-152 need a tough skin to survive in this city." She flushes, seems embarrassed and takes another sip of the wine, which is a nice sauvignon blanc. "I would like to go there," I admit. "Oh my," Evelyn murmurs behind me, looking over my shoulder. "Who is that?" Price asks, staring over at the bar. "Is that Reed Robison? And by the way, Preston, you simply have a tab with a buttonhole sewn into the front of the shirt, which can then be attached by a button to your trousers; and make sure that the stiff pleated front of the shirt doesn't extend below the waistband of your trousers or it will rise up when you sit down now is that jerk Reed Robison? It looks a helluva lot like him." SMITH, ROBERT LEON 18 TINER, VIVIAN LYNN 18 19-MAR-1965 14-374 SMITH, VERSIE LEE 20 REEVES, JOHN ADAM 20 C 04-NOV-1974 16-95 "We could have some…" I pause again, staring at him, then more deliberately, "fish there. No?" "But, McDermott, the Texan isn't coming," I point out. STEPHENS, J.A. 22 NIECE, LULA 22 26-NOV-1899 3-571 "And you still work at P & P?" she asks. Each syllable is spaced so that it bursts, booming sonically, into my head. "What do you mean?" I ask, interested. "You used to?" "Well, the question really is - how should they be worn?" Hamlin inquires. SHELBY, BERTIE MAY 23 HOLDERFIELD, DEWEY 24 27-DEC-1922 7-57 "But you'll be sweltering in there," I point out. "Thanks," I call out, waving. "It slipped my mind completely." SPIVA, F.M. 43 MORRIS, (M) M.A. 36 03-FEB-1895 3-308 se sia vero che per entrambi gli enti in questione sia in corso da parte della Regione Campania un procedimento di privatizzazione selvaggia e con quali criteri esso si stia realizzando. conferimento e mantenimento nel tempo in capo all'azienda bancaria Banco di Sicilia di un livello patrimoniale non inferiore a quello attuale ed in linea con gli sviluppi attesi per gli impieghi e con i relativi ratios di vigilanza; SAELER, HORACE 27 THOMPSON, ROSA 24 19-NOV-1932 8-435 SIMMS, BONNIE 40 WILLIAMS, (M) AMANDA 23 C 12-MAY-1907 5-11 D'ONOFRIO, COMPAGNA. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che la situazione di ordine pubblico a Napoli negli ultimi tempi si è assai aggravata, con numerosi ed efferati fatti di sangue, si chiede di sapere se e quali urgenti misure atte contrastare la criminalità organizzata intenda intraprendere il Ministro in indirizzo. "Top shelf," she says, "I think." "Thanks," I say, looking at it closely, relieved by its crudeness, before slipping it into my jacket. "Maybe I'll bring…" I pause, then carefully say, "Marcia?" How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to? SCHAFFORD, JoANN THERESA 23 MOFFITT, RONALD DAVID 24 03-SEP-1970 15-394 somewhere else, above that, in space, a spirit rises, a door opens, it asks "Why?" - a home for the dead, an infinity, it hangs in a void, time limps by, love and sadness rush through the boy Another long pause. He marks something down but it doesn't seem important. , firm, full tits. Then Christie starts French-kissing Sabrina hard on the mouth as I continue to eat her out, my mouth and chin and jaw covered with her juices, which momentarily dry, then are replaced by others. STUCKEY, ERIC 22 GOSSETT, JULIA 18 19-AUG-1938L 9-480 "Fellows," Preston says, standing over the table, nodding to everyone. "I'm sorry about not making dinner with you guys tonight." Preston is wearing a double-breasted wool suit by Alexander Julian, a cotton shirt and a silk Perry Ellis tie. He bends down, balancing himself by putting a hand on the back of my chair. "I feel really bad about canceling, but commitments, you know." I can't restrain myself from snickering. After pretending to ignore her for close to a minute, I finally lower my sunglasses and clear my throat. "Yes? Something else? Jean?" "I'm eating at the Harvard Club by myself tonight," I say. "Full length or ankle length?" Daisy asks in the same tonelow voice. SLOCUM, LYNDA SUE 18 MOORE, JAMES MARTIN 19 03-MAR-1962 13-522 "I'll have an iced decaf au lait," Jean tells the waiter. "No, no." She laughs. "You were definitely the George Hamilton of the class of eighty-four." ciò è avvenuto, in particolare, per i cantieri di costruzione della nuova metropolitana di Napoli, che nei precedenti anni non risulta avessero mai subito pressioni di carattere camorristico; hen a stray bullet, sixth in a new round, hits the gas tank of the police car, the headlights dim before it bursts apart, sending a fireball billowing up into the darkness, the bulb of a streetlamp above it exploding unexpectedly in a burst of yellow-green sparks, flames washing over the bodies of the policemen both living and dead, shattering all the windows of Lotus Blossom, Patrick's ears ringing… SMITH, ED 22 JACKSON, PEARLIE 21 C 04-OCT-1936 9-267 "That's Paul Owen," Price says. I push her back and lean forward. "Ignore her. Chernoble. ASAP." I press the button and the divider goes back up. I'm tense, my hair is slicked back, Wayfarers on, my skull is aching, I have a cigar - unlit - clenched between my teeth, am wearing a black Armani suit, a white cotton Armani shirt and a silk tie, also by Armani. I look sharp but my stomach is doing flip-flops, my brain is churning. On my way into the Chinese cleaners I brush past a crying bum, an old man, forty or fifty, fat and grizzled, and just as I'm opening the door I notice, to top it off, that he's also blind and I step on his foot, which is actually a stump, causing him to drop his cup, scattering change all over the sidewalk. Did I do this on purpose? What do you think? Or did I do this accidentally? 'Just a friend of mine." I shrug. "Bobby Chambers. He's in prison. Some friends of his, well, mainly me, are trying to remount his defense," I say with another shrug, then, changing the subject, "Listen." "Eurotrash, David," Price explains. "Eurotrash." I don't, can't, look at him, but I sense he's moved closer to me. His voice confirms it. I pick up Montgomery's card and actually finger it, for the sensation the card gives off to the pads of my fingers. SANDERS, ALVO 19 MERRILL, JOHN 19 07-DEC-1926 7-307 "Tim said, and he reiterated this fact quite often, that she had all the personality of a game-show host," I say dryly, sipping from the flute. hen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie" and I had to put this slim volume back into my bookshelf and drink a J&B on the rocks, followed by two Xanax, to recover from the effort. To make up for this, before I fell asleep I wrote Bethany a poem and it took a long time, which surprised me, since I used to write her poems, long dark ones, quite often when we were both at Harvard, before we broke up. God, I'm thinking to myself as I walk into Vanities, only fifteen minutes late, I hope she hasn't ended up with Robert Hall, that dumb asshole. I pass by a mirror hung over the bar as I'm led to our table and check out my reflection - the mousse looks good. The topic on The Patty Winters Show this morning was Has Patrick Swayze Become Cynical or Not? SPARKS, NANNIE BELL 22 PUCKETT, CECIL 22 12-SEP-1931 8-313 "And a reservation to cancel at 1500 in, um, let's see… twenty minutes ago, Batsman," McDermott says. "No, moron," McDermott spits. "We couldn't get into Zeus Bar. Kaktus. Kaktus at nine." "I told you, dude," Van Patten says and then patiently restates his facts. "We can't get that. It's like zero zero zero point oh one percentage-" "It's confusing, I know," I say, still moving through the crowd. "Once a line of clothing has been purchased from its manufacturer, it's perfectly legal for the retailer to replace the original label with his own. However, it's not legal to replace it with another retailer's label." I check my watch again. If I have one J&B on the rocks at Nell's I can make it home in time to watch all of Bloodhungry by two. Again it's silent in the cab, which moves steadily toward the crowd outside the club, the limousines dropping off passengers then moving on, each of us concentrating on that, and also on the sky above the city, which is heavy, looming with dark clouds. The limousines keep blaring their horns at each other, solving nothing. My throat, because of the coke I did with Gittes, feels parched and I swallow, trying to wet it. Posters for a sale at Crabtree & Evelyn line the boarded windows of abandoned tenement. buildings on the other side of this street. Spell "mogul," Bateman. How do you spell mogul? M-o-g-u-l. Mo-gul. Mog-ul. Ice, ghosts, aliens- SMITH, P.N. 20 O'BRIAN, MAUD 18 22-DEC-1897 3-462 "I'll call back," he says, hanging up. SECHREST, HAZEL* 18 BARNES, WALTER L. 22 31-DEC-1933 8-558 STOVER, JUDY KOREN 17 CLAYTON, RONALD WILLIAM 18 03-JUN-1978 16-335 "The water-soluble spermicidal lubricant," I shout back, staring into the mirror, searching her counter for a Clinique Touch-Stick to put over the razor nick. SIMMS, VERNA M. 32 KEARNEY, ROY LEE 30 13-JUL-1964 14-313 SMITH, HATTIE MAE 18 HAMMONDS, ANDREW J. 24 24-JUN-1917 6-177 "Anyway, so we're back at my place and listen to this." He moves in closer to the table. "She's had enough champagne by now to get a fucking rhino tipsy, and get this-" SCOTT, ROSA 40 McLEMORE, DALLAS 68 05-DEC-1915 6-69 gli azionisti della 3M Italia hanno deciso di dismettere definitivamente le produzioni di nastro fotografico ed il reparto resine e di ridurre la produzione di altri reparti, dichiarando un esubero di 150 dipendenti, circa la metà dell'attuale intera forza lavoro; "Oh right. Well, I haven't heard anything about the disappearance or anything…" I pause, then try to laugh. "Not on Page Six at least." SMITH, TROY 26 WOODS, OLLIE B. 23 C 19-JUN-1926 7-284 "I don't believe this." Tim again. "Whoa," McDermott says, lifting it up, fingering the card, genuinely impressed. "Very nice. Take a look." He hands it to Van Patten. "Off to Tunnel," McDermott tells the driver. I look at her for a moment before replying, tonelessly, "You too." I sigh, glaring at her. "Well, what should you do?" "Hmmm?" I'm standing at the armoire, squeezing the nail gun, getting used to its weight in my gloved fist. "Sign here." She hands me the tapes without even looking at me, refusing to recognize who I am; and breathing in hard and exhaling, she motions for the next in line, a couple with a baby. SMITH, T.A. 27 SMITH, MATTIE L. 28-JUN-1891 3-120 For dessert I've arranged something special. At a power breakfast at the '21' Club this morning with Craig McDermott, Alex Baxter and Charles Kennedy, I stole a urinal cake from the men's room when the attendant wasn't looking. At home I covered it with a cheap chocolate syrup, froze it, then placed it in an empty Godiva box, tying a silk bow around it, and now, in Luke, when I excuse myself to the rest room, I make my way instead to the kitchen, after I've stopped at the coatcheck to retrieve the package, and I ask our waiter to present this to the table "in the box" and to tell the lady seated there that Mr. Bateman called up earlier to order this especially for her. I even tell him, while opening the box, to put a flower on it, whatever, hand him a fifty. He brings it over once a suitable amount of time has elapsed, after our plates have been removed, and I'm impressed by what a big deal he makes over it; he's even placed a silver dome over the box and Evelyn coos with delight when he lifts it off, saying SULLIVAN, ELROY 53 CONRAD, JUDY CAROLE 37 31-JUL-1981 16-487 "Patrick, please," she begs. "I'm okay. I just want to talk-" SCROGGINS, W.A. 43 SMURALS, (M) MARTHA* 35 04-DEC-1904 4-310 "We'll make it," he shouts. il Governo non appare in grado di garantire la sicurezza dei cittadini e, nonostante l’affermazione resa dal Ministro interrogato nella sua recente visita a Napoli «di non voler militarizzare la città», sembrerebbe opportuno all’interrogante valutare la possibilità di recuperare a compiti propri d’istituto tutti quei rappresentanti delle forze dell’ordine impegnati invece in compiti impropri quali quelli di carattere amministrativo o, ad esempio, quello di accompagnamento dei vari cortei e delle varie manifestazioni che quotidianamente si svolgono, While the hardbody stands there we check her out, and though her knees do support long, tan legs, I can't help noticing that one knee is, admittedly, bigger than the other one. The left knee is knobbier, almost imperceptibly thicker than the right knee and this unnoticeable flaw now seems overwhelming and we all lose interest. Van Patten is looking at his appetizer, stunned, and then he looks at McDermott and says, "That isn't what you ordered either. That's sushi, not sashimi." I think it's me who says, "I have to return some videotapes." n a sudden rush admits, "The Opnah Winfrey Show and that's all it would watch. The guy had tapes and tapes of it and he had made all of them for this monkey" - now she looks over at me, imploringly, as if she's losing her mind here, right now, in Owen's apartment and wants me to, what, verify it? - "with the commercials edited out. One time I tried to… turn the channel, turn one of the tapes off… if I wanted to watch a soap instead or something… but" - she finishes her drink and rolling her eyes, obviously upset by this story, continues bravely - "the monkey would s-s-screech at me and it would only calm down when Oprah was on." She swallows, clears her throat, looks like she's going to cry but doesn't. "And you know, you try to turn the channel and that d-damn monkey would try to scratch you," she concludes bitterly and hugs herself, shivering, uselessly trying to warm herself. Someone else: "Did you know that caveman got more fiber than we do?" STONE, JOHN W. 19 MUSTACHIA, Jo ANN 18 15-MAR-1952 12-299 "That's not Laurence Tisch," Evelyn whines, genuinely upset. "That's a Christmas elf. Patrick, what did you tell him?" SELLERS, HAROLD 18 GIBSON, SCARLETT 16 06-JAN-1961 13-343 SPRAGGINS, NETTIE 20 STONE, S.B. 23 19-NOV-1901 4-101 "My mind's a blank?" Craig asks me. "I don't get it." SLOAN, KENNETH 21 DOSS, PATRICIA 22 28-MAR-1969 15-227 STOVER, ROLAN RUBERT 22 McEWEN, MARY MILES 18 29-OCT-1960 13-323 "I know it sounds like a lame question but an New Jersey last month - I don't, know if you've heard about this, but a young stockbroker was recently arrested and charged with murdering a young Chicano girl and performing voodoo rituals with, well, various body parts-" "Who's handling the Fisher account?" SMITH, JOE DUDLEY 38 CHRISTIE, BARBARA TRICKETT 41 03-JUL-1976 16-227 'Twenty-seven," I say. "I'll be twenty-eight in October." Again she mumbles, again it doesn't make any sense. She thinks about it for a minute then says, "Yeah. A shoe outlet? Isn't P & P a shoe store?" He keeps looking at me. Tentatively I touch my hair to see if it's messed up or out of place and to my shock and surprise I feel two pairs of paper antlers. There are four antlers on my fucking head. I mutter, "Oh Jesus, whoa!" and tear them off, staring at them crumpled in my hands, horrified. I throw them on the ground, then turn back to the driver. Le azioni rinvenienti dal concambio possono essere alienate dal Presidente della Regione previa autorizzazione dell'Assemblea regionale siciliana. "Well…," I say. "Want a bite?" she asks. "Patrick… talk to me… don't be so upset," she is saying. "I think it's… time for me to… take a good look… at the world I've created," I choke, tearfully, finding myself admitting to her, "I came upon… a half gram of cocaine… in my armoire last… night." I'm squeezing my hands together, forming one large fist, all knuckles white. "How" - she stalls - "sensible." She stalls again. "How, um, practical." "Go ahead," I urge. STEWART, J.B. 28 ASHCRAFT, BERTHA 19 27-NOV-1919 6-320 STUBBLEFIELD, VERSIE 18 ROGERS, ELMER 21 04-AUG-1920 6-377 ll order what I fucking want." SHADRACH, SUDIE 18 HUNTER, LESTER B. 23 20-AUG-1913 5-397 "Oh so what," Evelyn sighs. "She's not the brightest girl in the world." affinché tutte le strutture preposte compiano fino in fondo il proprio dovere e si realizzino sia la soluzione di continuità rispetto al passato auspicata dalle strutture vive della società napoletana quali la scuola e la Chiesa, sia quegli interventi strutturali indispensabili a dar vita ad un sistema integrato tra le diverse componenti sociali. In questo quadro i Democratici di sinistra sono pronti ad assumersi le proprie responsabilità. (Applausi del senatore Tonini). STRANGE, HORACE 20 JARRETT, MAUDIE 19 22-JUN-1928 7-422 d up (Bill Gibson's drumming is especially vital to this track). Though the album should have ended on that powerful note, it ends instead with "Buzz Buzz Buzz," a throwaway blues number that doesn't make much sense compared to what preceded it, but in its own joky way it amuses and the Tower of Power horns are in excellent form. "I like the part in Body Double where the woman… gets drilled by the… power driller in the movie… the best," I say, almost gasping. It seems very hot in the video store right now all of a sudden and after murmuring "oh my god" under my breath I place a gloved hand on the counter to settle it from shaking. "And the blood starts pouring out of the ceiling." I take a deep breath and while I'm saying this my head starts nodding of its own accord and I keep swallowing, thinking I have to see her shoes, and so as inconspicuously as possible I try to peer over the counter to check out what kind of shoes she's wearing, but maddeningly they're only sneakers - not K-Swiss, not Tretorn, not Adidas, not Reebok, just cheap ones. SPEARS, VALLIE 18 BRYANT, HARVEY 21 31-AUG-1908 5-88 SINCLAIR, J.A. 27 HORN, ALLIE 18 24-DEC-1904 4-324 "Patrick?" "You never were in Vietnam," I whisper in his ear. "What-do-you-want?" she repeats. SMITH, DAISY BELL 25 BENTON, HENRY A. 24 C 06-JUL-1946 11-219 "So what's the best solution?" Rhinebeck calls out behind me. She nods again, though I can tell she's very confused. "Didn't Hamlin have a fucking backup?" I growl, irritated. "Oh ho ho," Tim says warningly. "That affects us? What about the massacres in Sri Lanka, honey? Doesn't that affect us too? What about Sri Lanka?" SIMMONS, (M) OPAL 50 BRIDGES, ROY A. 61 03-JUL-1959 13-195 She jabbers back, undaunted, pointing relentlessly at the stains on the sheets. "Hey!" "It's just not," he says, eyeing me worriedly. SMITH, TOM G. 54 SMITH, (M) EUNICE 54 22-MAR-1963 14-124 PERUZZOTTI, STIFFONI. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che il giorno sabato 6 novembre 2004 gruppi di persone denominati «disobbedienti» hanno invaso un noto supermercato e una nota libreria di Roma provocando danni, malmenando persone e sottraendo materiale di vario genere, si chiede di conoscere: "A twist of what?" I ask irritably, unable to stop myself. "Let me guess. Melon?" And I'm thinking oh my god why didn't you return those goddamn videos Bateman you dumb son-of-a-bitch. "You spin a dreidel, Preston," I say calmly, "not a menorah. You spin a dreidel." Health Club "You do," she insists. "I can tell." "But wait," I interrupt. "What if the shoes are black?" Interpellanze STURGIS, FRANCES M. 18 MORGAN, WILLIAM L. 24 19-FEB-1874 A1-9 She rolls over, kneeling on all fours, her ass raised up above the water, and I move to the other edge of the tub to get a better view of her cunt, which she fingers with a soapy hand. I move my hand above her moving wrist to her asshole, which I spread and with a dab of the bath oil finger lightly. It contracts, she sighs. I remove the finger, then slide it into her cunt, which hangs below it, both our fingers moving in, then out, then back into her. She's wet inside and using this wetness I move my index finger back up to her asshole and slide it in easily, up to the knuckle. She gasps twice and pushes herself back onto it, while still fingering her cunt. This goes on for a while until the doorman rings, announcing that Sabrina has arrived. I tell Christie to get out of the tub and dry off, to choose a robe - but not the Bijan - from the closet and meet me and our guest in the living room for drinks. I move back to the kitchen, where I pour a glass of wine for Sabrina. Signor Ministro, durante gli anni Settanta e Ottanta, quando è stata più forte l’aggressione del terrorismo e quando l’illegalismo era forte anche nell’ambito delle classi dirigenti di questo Paese, chi da una parte ha resistito alle tentazioni del sovversivismo e dall’altra ha opposto la rivendicazione del primato della questione morale contro la corruzione delle classi dirigenti, è stato il movimento operaio, è stata la sinistra. Ed è per questo che oggi la sinistra ha le carte in regola per dire agli sciocchi irresponsabili, i quali pensano che promuovere il furto e l’appropriazione indebita sia un’azione politicamente legittimabile, non solo che sbagliano, ma che sono dei nemici, nemici della giustizia e dell’avanzamento della società. "I get it. I get it," I say, pushing him away. istituzione nell'ambito della holding di un Comitato con la partecipazione di esponenti della Regione, nel quale la Regione esprima le proprie esigenze finanziarie e di investimento e la holding le linee strategiche in merito agli investimenti e alle attività del Gruppo in Sicilia (Banco di Sicilia, sportelli della Banca di Roma, IRFIS) . In detto Comitato i rappresentanti della Regione e della holding valuteranno insieme le esigenze e i programmi prospettati ed insieme elaboreranno le proposte d'intervento. "Patrick?" she asks. "What are we doing in the kitchen?" perché l'Ente sia inattivo o comunque inadeguato rispetto all'importante ruolo assegnatogli e se questi enti non siano gestiti come carrozzoni clientelari e allo scopo principale di assegnare incarichi pagati generosamente senza che diano un serio contributo al turismo napoletano e campano; "Some weasel from Kicker Peabody," Price says distractedly. "He knew McCoy." SMITH, NANCY 20 HUGHES, ANGELO 22 28-DEC-1893 3-256 "Nice, very nice," I have to admit. "But wait. Let's see Montgomery's." la legge finanziaria in discussione alla Camera dei deputati riduce, anziché incrementare, gli stanziamenti per le forze dell’ordine e per tutelare la sicurezza dei cittadini, SHERRILL, BOBBY 24 McDANIELS, DIANA 16 01-MAR-1977 16-257 STOVER, JESSE 23 McCAUEY, MARY CATHERINE 18 03-JAN-1930 8-106 The minutes tick by. We order. The meal arrives. Typically, the plate is massive, white porcelain; two pieces of blackened yellowtail sashimi with ginger lie in the middle, surrounded by tiny dots of wasabi, which is circled by a minuscule amount of hijiki, and on top of the plate sits one lone baby prawn; another one, even smaller, lies curled on the bottom, which confuses me since I thought this was primarily a Chinese restaurant. I stare at the plate for a long time and when I ask for some water, our waiter reappears with a pepper shaker instead and insists on hanging around our table, constantly asking us at five-minute intervals if we'd like "some pepper, perhaps?" or "more pepper?" and once the fool moves over to another booth, whose occupants, I can see out of the corner of my eye, both cover their plates with their hands, I wave the maоtre d' over and ask him, "Could you please tell the waiter with the pepper shaker to stop hovering over our table? We don't want pepper. We haven't ordered anythi "Bateman?" Van Patten asks. "Coffee?" I ask suddenly. SMITH, TOL 89 SMITH, (M) HATTIE 60 C 24-JUN-1970 15-368 Trying to remember, I ask, "Conditioners? Or some kind of conditioner?" I sigh. "I don't know. You were talking to the dwarf." SANDERS, MARY E. 27 SIPES, JOHN A. 28 10-MAY-1876 1-79 "I'm not," I tell her with a brief sigh. "Patrick," she says breathlessly, "I know my life would be… much emptier without you… in it." STRINGFELLOW, (M) MINNIE 41 STRINGFELLOW, FRANK 46 05-FEB-1952 12-285 che la situazione, malgrado ciò, sembra necessitare del ricorso all’utilizzo di forme ancor più eccezionali di prevenzione; SINCLAIR, MARY 22 WATTS, THOS 23 28-NOV-1876 1-100 SIPES, JERLINE 19 GRAVES, WOODROW 25 16-DEC-1939 10-47 Christie stands up, surprising me, and moves over to admire the stereo. "You have a really nice place here… Paul," and then, looking through the compact discs, hundreds upon hundreds of them, stacked and lined up in a large white-oak shelf, all of them alphabetically listed, "How much did you pay for it?" "Let's see…" He flips through his pad, finds something. "That you were with-" Perched on the seat of the toilet is a large wet rat that has - I'm assuming - come up out of it. It sits on the rim of the toilet bowl, shaking itself dry, before it jumps, tentatively, to the floor. It's a massive rodent and it lurches, then scrambles, across the tile, out of the bathroom's other entrance and into the kitchen, where I follow it toward the leftover pizza bag from Le Madri that for some reason sits on the floor on top of yesterday's New York Times near the garbage pail from Zona, and the rat, lured by the smell, takes the bag in its mouth and shakes its head furiously, like a dog would, trying to get at the leek-goat cheese-truffle pizza, making squealing sounds of hunger. I'm on a lot of Halcion at this point so the rat doesn't bother me as much as, I suppose, it should. Il rappresentante del Governo ha facoltà di rispondere congiuntamente a tali interrogazioni. SMITH, THOMAS L. 33 CESSOR, ERMA CAROL 18 21-FEB-1961 13-356 "Is Van Patten on his third six-pack of Fosters or is he still, like, working on his first?" I ask McDermott. STOCKER, LEWIS 22 MOORE, GEORGIA 19 C 12-JUL-1964 14-310 "But wait," Price says. "You ain't seen nothin' yet…" He pulls his out of an inside coat pocket and slowly, dramatically turns it over for our inspection and says, "Mine." "I know, I know." I smile. SIPES, ROSIE 21 PHELPS, J.L. 55 10-NOV-1923 7-109 Some kind of existential chasm opens before me while I'm browsing in Bloomingdale's and causes me to first locate a phone and check my messages, then, near tears, after taking three Halcion (since my body has mutated and adapted to the drug it no longer causes sleep - it just seems to ward off total madness), I head toward the Clinique counter where with my platinum American Express card I buy six tubes of shaving cream while flirting nervously with the girls who work there and I decide this emptiness has, at least in part, some connection with the way I treated Evelyn at Barcadia the other night, though there is always the possibility it could just as easily have somexhing to do with the tracking device on my VCR, and while I make a mental note to put in an appearance at Evelyn's Christmas party - I'm even tempted to ask one of the Clinique girls to escort me - I also remind myself to look through my VCR handbook and deal with the tracking device problem. I see a ten-year-old girl standing by her mother, who SADLER, SHIRLEY 20 MORRISON, RAY E. 21 29-AUG-1954 12-545 che, alle ore 21.40 dello stesso giorno, l'interessato, presentatosi ai cancelli dello stabilimento per il suo turno di lavoro notturno, si è visto impedire l'accesso da tre dirigenti che gli hanno pubblicamente comunicato il licenziamento; "I mean Mr. Halberstam. Avenue C, right?" He coughs politely. SLOOPS, JUNE O. 23 HOBSON, TRAVIS G. 23 06-MAY-1946 11-187 "Go on," I urge. "Please. I want to know." SKINNER, NELLIE 19 HUDSON, OLLIE 22 04-JUL-1895 3-381 SKINNER, HATTIE 19 KENDALL, E. 30 28-DEC-1904 4-317 STRONG, NANCY E. 18 HOBSON, WM N. 21 11-DEC-1877 1-189 STRICKLAND, TERESA KAYE 16 CLEMENS, FREDDIE FAY 20 22-MAY-1965 14-398 "That wasn't Conrad," I say. SINGLETON, ODIS 21 DARROUGH, LETTIE 19 C 31-MAR-1934 8-586 SIMMONS, (M) E.L. THRELKE 32 TAYLOR, CLARENCE LEE 37 08-MAY-1965 14-394 "Really? Why?" I ask, leaning down again and stroking the dog. "Hiya Richard. Hiya little fella." "Well," I say, "you couldn't have come over anyway." "Really?" Sean asks, maybe hopefully, maybe not. NAPOLI, 25 giugno 2004 The first five minutes after being seated are fine, then the drink I ordered touches the table and I instinctively reach for it, but I find myself cringing every time Evelyn opens her mouth. I notice that Saul Steinberg is eating here tonight, but refuse to mention this to Evelyn. STEWART, (Ms) ARGIS 18 CRUTCHFIELD, SAM 21 25-JUL-1931 8-299 SMITH, ROY LEE 18 WOODS, THARA 20 16-JAN-1933 8-458 SPIVEY, CORA 32 LUNSFORD, RANDY 36 15-NOV-1990 17-448 "Don't you want to use the ladies' room?" I ask. The maоtre d' nears us, picking his way through the packed restaurant, unsmiling. "Bateman, Bateman, Bateman, Bateman, " Hamlin is droning. then the thing claws its way out and I have to keep it in the sink, a board, heavy with unused cookbooks, covering it, and even then it almost escapes, while I sit in the kitchen thinking of ways to torture girls with this animal (unsurprisingly I come up with a lot), making a list that includes, unrelated to the rat, cutting open both breasts and deflating them, along with stringing barbed wire tightly around their heads. "1500 is now closed," McDermott shouts. "The kitchen is closed. The restaurant is closed. It's over. We have to go to Kaktus." Another broken scene in what passes for my life occurs on Wednesday, seemingly pointing to someone's fault, though whose I can't be sure. Stuck in gridlock in a cab heading downtown toward Wall Street after a power breakfast at the Regency with Peter Russell, who used to be my dealer before he got a real job, and Eddie Lambert. Russell was wearing a two-button wool sport coat by Redaelli, a cotton shirt by Hackert, a silk tie by Richel, pleated wool trousers by Krizia Uomo and leather Cole-Haan shoes. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about girls in the fourth grade who trade sex for crack and I almost canceled with Lambert and Russell to catch it. Russell ordered for me while I was in the lobby on the phone. It was, unfortunately, a high-fat, high-sodium breakfast and before I could comprehend what was happening, plates of herbed waffles with ham in Madeira cream sauce, grilled sausages and sour cream coffee cake were set at our table and I had to ask the waiter for a pot of decaf herbal tea, a plate o Confronted by Faggot "Have you been there?" she asks. SWEENEY, MARY 37 SWEENEY, JOHN 34 10-NOV-1977 16-302 "Why would I?" she asks. Distracted, she reaches for her wine and downs another full glass and makes a face. "This tastes weird." She checks the label, then shrugs. "Harley? It's me. I need your services. Translate that any way you'd like. I'm at-" She looks over at me. STUDDARD, J.V. 24 TOLSON, MARY L. 19 17-DEC-1890 3-89 "Well, does Marcus have an alibi?" I have a heightened receptivity to his answers now. SMITH, MATTIE L. SMITH, T.A. 27 28-JUN-1891 3-120 "Now listen," Hamlin patiently explains. "If you wear gray trousers, you wear gray socks. It's as simple as that." "Evelyn carries a briefcase," I mention. se non ritenga opportuno farsi promotore di una convocazione della Conferenza Stato-Regioni, dato il rilievo nazionale del problema, congiuntamente a Poste Italiane S.P.A., per analizzare in tale sede eventuali possibili soluzioni. SMITH, ED 21 BROWN, LAURA 22 28-OCT-1881 1-490 "1969, " he says, tempting me. "Hmmm? 1969?" "Wait a minute, wait a minute," I say, holding up a hand, stopping him. "Hold on a minute." SIMMS, CHARLOTTE 18 HARVILLE, CHARLES E. 18 28-NOV-1946 11-302 be in Boston for most of the week; and best of all, The Patty Winters Show this morning was in two parts. The first was an exclusive interview with Donald Trump, the second was a report on women who've been tortured. I'm supposed to have dinner with Madison Grey and David Campion at Cafй Luxembourg, but at eight-fifteen I find out that Luis Carruthers is going to be dining with us so I call up Campion, the dumb bastard, and cancel, then spend minutes debating about what I should do with the rest of the evening. Looking out my window, I realize that within moments the sky above this city will be completely dark. "Is that Q.T.?" he asks. "Come on, you can tell me. I smell it." "I'm… at a loss," I tell him, somewhat truthfully. "He was part of that whole… Yale thing, you know." SMITH, JOHN THOMAS 20 STEWART, FAYE KATHRYN 16 26-AUG-1960 13-298 rty-six times per second; the larger tufts clean between teeth and massage the gums while the short ones scrub the tooth surfaces. I rinse again, with Cepacol. I wash the facial massage off with a spearmint face scrub. The shower has a universal all-directional shower head that adjusts within a thirty-inch vertical range. It's made from Australian gold-black brass and covered with a white enamel finish. In the shower I use first a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey-almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Vidal Sassoon shampoo is especially good at getting rid of the coating of dried perspiration, salts, oils, airborne pollutants and dirt that can weigh down hair and flatten it to the scalp which can make you look older. The conditioner is also good - silicone technology permits conditioning benefits without weighing down the hair which can also make you look older. On weekends or before a date I prefer to use the Greune Natural Revitalizing Shampoo, the conditioner and the Nutrien SIZEMORE, LORRIE J. 29 LUNSFORD, DICKIE D. 43 17-SEP-1986 17-171 I sit on the edge of the futon and peel off the socks. "Really? An Onica?" Scott asks. "Isn't he quite expensive?" SINKS, SADIE 19 COURTNEY, PETER D. 30 10-AUG-1919 6-298 "Smell it," I tell Sabrina and she moves in closer until she's two inches, an inch, away from Christie's asshole. My dick is standing straight up now and I keep jerking myself off to keep it that way. "Your outlook sucks, Price," Craig says. "Okay, fine," I say, snapping out of it. "Zeus Bar." PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. "Of course. My apologizes." The maоtre d' humbly bows. He looks away from the numbers and then straight at me. "It was called Cocktail," he says softly. Stuck, I casually say, "No. He just hung out there." to one of the girls' heads, the nose missing, both ears bitten off, how you could see her teeth through where I had ripped the flesh from her jaws and both cheeks, the torrents of gore and the blood that washed over the apartment, the stench of the dead, my own confused warning that I had drawn in- attuare interventi strutturali per consentire l'approvvigionamento energetico, anche alternativo, al fine di attuare una reale alternatività nell'approvvigionamento stesso che, oggi come oggi, invece non esiste, al fine di contenere i costi dei consumi energetici a parità di qualità del prodotto; STEPHENS, W.R. 23 HUDELTON, JOSIE 25 12-DEC-1889 3-30 "Dorsia," someone answers, sex not easily identifiable, made androgynous by the wall-of-sound noise in the background. "Please hold." *BARELLI (FI). Domando di parlare. SLEDGE, COLLIN 50 RICHMOND, (M) NELLIE 40 13-NOV-1919 6-317 SUTTON, ANNETTE 19 RAULS, W.C. 21 04-JAN-1954 12-496 "What can you tell me about Paul Owen?" he finally asks, after Jean leaves, having placed a Fortunoff crystal ashtray on the desk next to the untouched San Pellegrino. "You sure?" I ask. "I can always get you a lime." "Later," Price is saying. "We played at my place." "Let's change the reservation," he suggests. "Yeah, I know, and was into that whole Yale thing," Kimball finishes tiredly. SMITH, EMMA 19 HARRISON, WM W. 23 24-NOV-1878 1-252 STUBBLEFIELD, IDA 22 HOLLOWAY, CHARLEY 25 29-AUG-1909 5-147 "Yes sir," he shouts. "I think I should talk to Mr. Owen first," the driver says, amused, toying with me. "You are indispensable," I tell him in monotone. SWISHER, ROSALIE ELAINE 28 SWISHER, STEPHEN LEE 33 17-JUL-1979 16-388 SMITH, MARTHA 19 SMITH, PETER 20 24-DEC-1898 3-518 I screened calls all morning long in my apartment, taking none of them, glaring tiredly at a cordless phone while sipping cup after cup of decaf herbal tea. Afterwards I went to the gym, where I worked out for two hours; then I had lunch at the Health Bar and could barely eat half of an endive-with-carrot-dressing salad I ordered. I stopped at Barney's on my way back from an abandoned loft building I had rented a unit in somewhere around Hell's Kitchen. I had a facial. I played squash with Brewster Whipple at the Yale Club and from there made reservations for eight o'clock under the name Marcus Halberstam at Texarkana, where I'm going to meet Paul Owen for dinner. I choose Texarkana because I know that a lot of people I have dealings with are not going to be eating there tonight. Plus I'm in the mood for their chili-wrapped pork and one or two Dixie beers. It's June and I'm wearing a two-button linen suit, a cotton shirt, a silk tie and leather wing-tips, all by Armani. Outside Texarkana a cheerful black bum l’identificazione di cui al richiamato articolo di legge, secondo la prevalente dottrina, non ha effetto costitutivo ma semplicemente dichiarativo, giacché è necessario che le caratteristiche proprie del ramo d’azienda preesistano all’atto di cessione (complesso organizzato di persone e di mezzi dotato di una propria identità funzionale, tale da essere potenzialmente un’azienda in sé, ai sensi dell’art.2555 del codice civile). Questo per evitare l’elusione delle norme che regolano la cessione di contratto, di cui il contratto di lavoro è una species (si veda l’art. 1406 del codice civile, che condiziona l’efficacia al consenso del contraente ceduto), nel caso in cui, in difetto dell’essenziale caratteristica dell’autonomia funzionale, la cessione, lungi dal riguardare un ramo d’azienda, riguardi rapporti giuridici e beni, atomisticamente ancorché cumulativamente considerati, SHELBY, MOLLIE 81 RUSHING, NEELY 79 23-NOV-1990 17-452 "Oh god, Patrick," she sobs, blowing her nose into the handkerchief I've tossed at her. "You're so lousy. You're… inhuman." se risulti quale sia il costo di tali acquisti per la Wind; "Service has improved to the islands as both American Airlines and Eastern Airlines have created hubs in San Juan where they have set up connecting flights to those islands they don't serve with direct flights. With additional service from BWIA, Pan Am, ALM, Air Jamaica, Bahamas Air and Cayman Airways, most islands are easy to reach. There are additional connections within the islands from LIAT and BWIA, which provide a series of scheduled island-hopping flights…" "But don't lie to me about Noj," she whines, struggling to stay in the car. "Noj is the chef at Deck Chairs. Did you hear me?" "Come on, Evelyn. Let's just get out of here." I'm on the verge of hysteria, panicked that Paul Owen or, worse, Marcus Halberstam is going to walk into the kitchen. "I want to take you away from all this." Istituto nazionale di economia agraria (INEA) (Atto n. 579); "I'm twenty-six." e's) out of aluminum storage boxes that were designed in West Germany. I take a bran muffin, a decaffeinated herbal tea bag and a box of oat-bran cereal from one of the large glass-front cabinets that make up most of an entire wall in the kitchen; complete with stainless-steel shelves and sandblasted wire glass, it is framed in a metallic dark gray-blue. I eat half of the bran muffin after it's been microwaved and lightly covered with a small helping of apple butter. A bowl of oat-bran cereal with wheat germ and soy milk follows; another bottle of Evian water and a small cup of decaf tea after that. Next to the Panasonic bread baker and the Salton Pop-Up coffee maker is the Cremina sterling silver espresso maker (which is, oddly, still warm) that I got at Hammacher Schlemmer (the thermal-insulated stainless-steel espresso cup and the saucer and spoon are sitting by the sink, stained) and the Sharp Model R-1810A Carousel II microwave oven with revolving turntable which I use when I heat up the other half of th She licks her lips again, touches her hair once more. "What time did you leave?" "That's good." She nods. SULLIVAN, A.M. 64 BUSH, (M) ROSIE LEE 50 14-MAY-1938 9-453 "I don't think so." She actually sighs. "Listen, Patrick. We need to talk about something;" she says. "Or at least I need to talk about something." and it's midafternoon and I find myself standing at a phone booth on a corner somewhere downtown, I don't know where, but I'm sweaty and a pounding migraine thumps dully in my head and I'm experiencing a major-league anxiety attack, searching my pockets for Valium, Xanax, a leftover Halcion, anything, and all I find are three faded Nuprin in a Gucci pillbox, so I pop all three into my mouth and swallow them down with a Diet Pepsi and I couldn't tell you where it came from if my life depended on it. I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier and, even more important, where. Was it Robert Ailes at Beats? Or was it Todd Hendricks at Ursula's, the new Philip Duncan Holmes bistro in Tribeca? Or was it Ricky Worrall and were we at December's? Or would it have been Kevin Weber at Contra in NoHo? Did I order the partridge sandwich on brioche with green tomatoes, or a big plate of endive with clam sauce? "Oh god, I can't remember," I moan, my clothes - a linen and silk sport coat, a cotton shirt, pleated linen khald "Goodbye, Daniel," she says, pausing dramatically. "I'm out of here." "Do you know how expensive a fucking tanning salon membership is?" Van Patten asks me. "A membership for a year?" STONDAMIRE, SIDNEY 23 STONDAMIRE, (M) COMING 28 23-SEP-1893 3-243 STEPHENS, MARY VIRGIE W. 16 WOODS, CLARENCE J. 29 18-APR-1948 11-462 SHIELDS, ELZIA 22 ALLEN, DELOIS 21 C 28-MAR-1942 10-323 She hangs up on me. I get back on the other line. Paul Owen stops by our table on his way out. He's wearing sunglasses by Persol and he's carrying a briefcase by Coach Leatherware. Elizabeth is a twenty-year-old hardbody who sometimes models in Georges Marciano ads and who comes from an old Virginia banking family. We had dinner earlier tonight with two friends of hers, Robert Farrell, twenty-seven, a guy who's had a rather sketchy career as a financier, and Carson Whitall, who was Robert's date. Robert wore a wool suit by Belvest, a cotton shirt with French cuffs by Charvet, an abstract-patterned silk-crepe tie by Hugo Boss and sunglasses by Ray-Ban that he insisted on wearing during the meal. Carson wore a suit by Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche and a pearl necklace with matching pearl and diamond earrings by Harry Winston. We had dinner at Free Spin, the new Albert Lioman restaurant in the Flatiron district, then took the limousine to Nell's, where I excused myself, assuring an irate Elizabeth I'd be right back, and directed the chauffeur to the meat-packing district, where I picked up Christie. I made her wait in the back of the locked limousine while I reentered Nell's and had drink Included in the Sony CCD-V200 8mm camcorder is a seven-color wipe, a character generator, an edit switch that's also capable of time-lapse recording, which allows me to, say, record a decomposing body at fifteen-second intervals or tape a small dog as it lies in convulsions, poisoned. The audio has built-in digital stereo record/playback, while the zoom lens has four-lux minimum illumination and six variable shutter speeds. "Are you still handling the Fisher account?" What else can I say to him? "Timothy, lay off," Evelyn says. "She's a Camden girl. What do you expect?" SMITHEY, JAMES THOMAS 41 GRESHAM, LODA V. 40 09-JUL-1964 14-311 Lei diceva di essere stato molto presente su Napoli. E allora, in conclusione, noi le facciamo una proposta che non è provocatoria, anche se potrebbe sembrarlo: esamini in concreto la possibilità, dato che Napoli è una grande capitale europea, di trasferire il suo Ministero, o almeno parte di esso, il Dipartimento della pubblica sicurezza a Napoli. Probabilmente non sarà più una meteora la presenza visibile dello Stato a Napoli; è uno dei modi che sottoponiamo a tutti quanti, attraverso il quale poter dare almeno una parziale risposta. "My life is essentially uncomplicated," I say thoughtfully, caught off guard. PISANU, ministro dell'interno. Signor Presidente, con il suo permesso risponderò in primo luogo alle interrogazioni sugli incidenti causati a Roma dai cosiddetti disobbedienti. le parti cedenti e la cessionaria dichiarano che in seguito all’operazione non si produrranno fenomeni di mobilità territoriale e che non sono previste misure che possano incidere sui livelli occupazionali; Even I have to admit it's magnificent. "You're impossible," she mutters, walking away from the limo. "There is something seriously wrong with you." She says nothing for a long time and I look back at my hands, at dried blood, probably from a girl named Suki, beneath the thumbnail. My mother licks her lips tiredly and says, "I don't know. I just want to have a nice Christmas." SALLEE, CLARENCE D. 24 REED, GERTRUDE 20 24-JUL-1915 6-52 "The sunglasses." He points again with the gun. I switch on the wide-screen thirty-one-inch Panasonic to Late Night with David Letterman, then move over to the answering machine to change Owen's message. While erasing the current one (Owen giving all the numbers he can be reached at - including the Seaport, for god's sake - while Vivaldi's Four Seasons plays tastefully in the background) I wonder aloud where I should send Paul, and after a few minutes of intense debating decide: London. "I'll send the bastard to England," I cackle while turning the volume down on the TV and then I leave the new message. My voice sounds similar to Owen's and to someone hearing it over the phone probably identical. Tonight Letterman has on Stupid Pet Tricks. A German shepherd with a Mets cap on peels and eats an orange. This is replayed twice, in slow motion. "Come on," I urge. "Don't you find Christie attractive?" SCRUGGS, TERRY DENISE 18 SIPES, RANDY DEAN 24 25-MAR-1982 16-522 On a Wednesday night another girl, who I meet at M.K. and I plan to torture and film. This one remains nameless to me and she sits on the couch in the living room of my apartment. A bottle of champagne, Cristal, half empty, sits on the glass table. I punch in tunes, numbers that light up the Wurlitzer. She finally asks, "What's that… smell in here?" and I answer, under my breath, "A dead… rat," and then I'm opening the windows, the sliding glass door that leads out to the terrace, even though it's a chilly night, mid-autumn, and she's dressed scantily, but she has another glass of the Cristal and it seems to warm her enough so that she is able to ask me what I do for a living. I tell her that I went to Harvard then started working on Wall Street, at Pierce & Pierce, after I graduated from business school there, and when she asks, either confused or jokingly, "What's that?" I swallow and with my back to her, straightening the new Onica, find the strength to force out, "A… shoe store." I did a line of cocaine I SMITH, JOSEPHINE 18 WRIGHT, O.D. 23 13-JUN-1889 3-6 Lunch with Bethany "You won't be able to," Evelyn says, her voice tense and lowered. attivare ed allertare la Regione Puglia perché siano accertati tempestivamente i danni riportati dalle aziende e siano circoscritte al più presto le zone interessate; SMITH, JAMES DANIEL 26 RATCLIFF, BEATRICE MAXINE 25 15-MAY-1948 11-468 SMITH, ANNA 26 SHEPHERD, JOHN 31 06-SEP-1900 4-25 STOCKER, BOOKER 22 GRIFFIN, VIDER 20 C 28-DEC-1924 7-185 "What are you doing there?" I ask. SINGLETON, TEATON 19 LEWIS, HENRY 21 19-JUL-1897 3-448 SIPES, (M) NANCY 38 COLLINS, LEE 27 28-JUN-1924 7-142 "Go ahead," I say, yawning again, causing Courtney to yawn also. SEASTRONG, JOSEPH OTIS 22 GIBSON, ERMA LEE 20 C 04-MAR-1951 12-144 "Well, since you avoid the…" He stops, stuck, looking for the right word. "You mean compared to, say, California cuisine?" I ask carefully, measuring each word, then lamely add, "Or post-California cuisine?" "No, I mean-" "Hamlin wants Carruthers to come because Hamlin is supposed to be dealing with the Panasonic case, but Carruthers knows a lot more about it and that's why he wants Carruthers to come," McDermott explains. "I'm buying it from them. Will you fucking turn this up?" he snaps but distractedly at the driver, the Crystals still blaring from the radio. He's already bored, neither concerned nor listening, and excusing himself, says, "Nothing. Good to see you. Oh my, is that Edward Towers?" SHANNON, LEON 24 SHIELDS, SHERRY 19 01-JAN-1972 15-509 I'm tapping my fingers very loudly on the tabletop, whispering "shit, shit, shit, shit" to myself. Courtney's eyes are half closed and she's breathing deeply. "Patrick, seriously. I'll do whatever you want," she says. "If you don't want to go to dinner, we won't. I mean-" "Oh come on, Price," I say. "There are more important problems than Sri Lanka to worry about. Sure our foreign policy is important, but there are more pressing problems at hand." se risulti con quali tempi e modalità gli appartamenti corrispondenti ai fabbricati non ancora trasferiti potranno essere inseriti nella terza operazione di cartolarizzazione degli immobili; Caron ponders this. "The white satin collars… iffy." I collect my mail - Polo catalog, American Express bill, June Playboy, invitation to an office party at a new club called Bedlam - then walk to the elevator, step in while inspecting the Ralph Lauren brochure and press the button for my floor and then the Close Door button, but someone gets in right before the doors shut and instinctively I turn to say hello. It's the actor Tom Cruise, who lives in the penthouse, and as a courtesy, without asking him, I press the PH button and he nods thank you and keeps his eyes fixed on the numbers lighting up above the door in rapid succession. He is much shorter in person and he's wearing the same pair of black Wayfarers I have on. He's dressed in blue jeans, a white T-shirt, an Armani jacket. "Honey," I say. It's cold for April and Price walks briskly down the street toward Evelyn's brownstone, whistling "If I Were a Rich Man," the heat from his mouth creating smoky plumes of steam, and swinging his Tumi leather attachй case. A figure with slicked-back hair and horn-rimmed glasses approaches in the distance, wearing a beige double-breasted wool-gabardine Cerruti 1881 suit and carrying the same Tumi leather attachй case from D. F. Sanders that Price has, and Timothy wonders aloud, "Is it Victor Powell? It can't be." SMITH, ELLEN LOUISE 29 REED, JASPER CARL 24 03-FEB-1968 15-97 She smiles, pleased with herself, and still looking down, admits, with incomparable clarity, "Well, yes, I have a boyfriend and-" SIMS, J.D. 21 MOSELEY, (Ms) L.J. 22 11-NOV-1880 1-412 "What are you going to do?" she asks. "Wait three years until you're thirty?" "No. As a matter of fact I don't. I go to a tanning salon. I'm quite honest about that," he says. "You're using Q.T." STUBBLEFIELD, MARIE 22 MILLER, HENRY 22 C 08-OCT-1922 7-35 SHORTT, MICHELE LEANNE 19 HEATH, KEVIN GENE 20 29-APR-1989 17-348 SPAKES, JERRY LAMAR 21 TULLOS, JULIA SUE 19 06-JUL-1963 14-172 St JOHN, KATHLEEN 18 SAELER, HORACE 21 10-OCT-1923 7-105 "Eight hundred million." McDermott whistles, shaking his head. "That's nice." She smiles serenely, licking the spoon "You have, well, a tender quality about you." I pause before answering. "It's… well, no, not exactly." My call waiting buzzes. SPARKS, VERNA MAE 18 REED, SIDNEY 23 07-FEB-1935 9-52 STEPHENS, JAMES HOWARD 24 JONES, MARY NELL 20 04-APR-1953 12-427 "If we don't, what about Japanese?" I suggest, relenting. 'There's a really top sushi bar on the Upper West Side. Blades. Chef used to be at Loito. It got a great rating in Zagat." "What did he say happened to Owen?" "You're crazy," I mutter. STEWART, R.L. 24 GREENWOOD, KATHLEEN 18 11-SEP-1946 11-269 "Patrick? Is that you?" I hear a tentative voice inquire. "Oh shut up," she says, annoyed, but she looks over at Timothy in the mirror and smiles flirtatiously. "Davis," he sighs, as if patiently trying to explain something to a child, "I am not one to bad-mouth anyone, your joke was amusing. But come on, man, you had one fatal flaw: Bateman's such a bloody ass-kisser, such a brown-nosing goody-goody, that I couldn't fully appreciate it. Otherwise it was amusing. Now let's have lunch, or we'll have dinner at 150 Wooster or something with McDermott or Preston. A real raver." He tries to move on. Now, by the time I get the check… let's see… pay it, take a cab back to my place, it will be almost midnight, which doesn't give me enough time to return yesterday's videotapes, so if I don't stop by my place I can just go in and rent another videotape, though on my membership doesn't it say that you can only take out three at a time? So this means last night I took out two (Body Double and Blond, Hot, Dead) so I could rent one more, but I've forgotten I'm also part of the Gold Circle Membership Plan, which means that if I've spent one thousand dollars (at least) in the last six months then I'm allowed to rent as many videos on any given night as I want, but if I still have two out now that might mean I can't take any more out, Gold Circle Member or not, if the other ones haven't been returned, but- But it's later now and the crowd has changed - it's now filled with more punk rockers, blacks, fewer Wall Street guys, more bored rich girls from Avenue A lounging around, and the music has changed; instead of Belinda Carlisle singing "I Feel Free" it's some black guy rapping, if I'm hearing this correctly, something called "Her Shit on His Dick" and I sidle up to a couple of hardbody rich girls, both of them wearing skanky Betsey Johnson-type dresses, and I'm wired beyond belief and I start off with a line like "Cool music - haven't I seen you at Salomon Brothers?" and one of them, one of these girls, sneers and says, "Go back to Wall Street," and the one with the nose ring says, "Fucking yuppie." SMITH, EDITH PAULINE 20 BRIGHT, MARVIN ELONZO 28 26-MAR-1940 10-80 "Not GQ material," McDermott says. "Try Soldier of Fortune." "Yeah," Price smiles. "What about Amanda?" "No, this is." I give her a noodle I just noticed was stuck on my shirt cuff. "Here." "I thought I saw you in Aspen," I murmur. "Why not?" I ask. "We'll be there… soon." STOCKINGS, CHARLEY 21 MARTON, BEULA 18 25-DEC-1906 4-461 "You should match the socks with the trousers," Todd Hamlin tells Reeves, who is listening intently, stirring his Beefeater on the rocks with a swizzle stick. "You should never mistake affection for… passion," I warn her. "It can be… not good. It can . .. . get you into, well, trouble." "Well…" She emits a little laugh and then, faltering, "It was… well, what I mean is, I've seen them. I just wanted you to see them." SHELTON, BELL 18 MAYS, WILLIAM 21 10-FEB-1897 3-432 "No," I say. "Flattering, but no." "I know," I sigh, relenting. "But it's . . tough to smile. These days. At least I find it hard to. I'm not used to it, I guess. I don't know." "Fine. Hypothetically even better but-" Hamlin says. "Mr. Grouchy today." She smiles, placing the file timidly on my desk, and stands there expecting me to.. . what, amuse her with vignettes from last night? l'interrogante chiede di sapere: Ebbene, di fronte ad una situazione così drammatica, non vedo, signor Ministro, nitidamente una strategia capace di contrastate tale situazione; una strategia che veda, da un lato, interventi strutturali per il risanamento dei quartieri e, dall’altro, una presenza più ampia e penetrante delle forze di polizia sul territorio. SMITH, EDGAR TAPLAR 24 DOBBS, DORIS LYNN 16 04-NOV-1967 15-63 SHIELDS, NORMAN 23 JOHNSON, REEDY 20 28-JUN-1903 4-207 Infatti è indubbio che queste modificazioni non sono state colte nei tempi dovuti, non vi è stata quell’azione di intelligence che avrebbe dovuto farci comprendere quali erano le modificazioni che si stavano verificando, quali erano i fenomeni anche nuovi, emergenti, quali erano gli accordi, quali erano le connivenze, eventualmente anche con un sistema politico, burocratico, amministrativo (Commenti del senatore Bobbio), che in alcune realtà della città di Napoli e della sua Provincia si erano verificati, quali erano i nuovi accordi che erano saltati rispetto alla gestione e alla spartizione del territorio. "Who said it's about that?" he asks again. SMITH, HENRY M. 32 MANN, MARIE 28 05-JUL-1941 10-237 Vi è allora la necessità, secondo l’"Italia dei Valori", di prendere in esame risposte straordinarie. Lei ha detto di aver riferito al Consiglio dei ministri che il problema Napoli è un problema nazionale (sono sue affermazioni). Noi non siamo per l’istituzione di Alti commissariati, ma siamo per dare segnali concreti ed evidenti e, in questi casi, l’esempio può essere la molla che fa scattare la collaborazione. "Anyway," he says, once we've reached the other side of the store, where I pretend to look through a row of silk ties but everything's blurry, "you'll be glad to know that I'm transferring… out of state." "But you always bring them up," McDermott complains. "And always in this casual, educational sort of way. I mean, I don't want to know anything about Son of Sam or the fucking Hillside Strangler or Ted Bundy or Featherhead, for god sake." "Because I'd like to know," she says. "You're not going to Evelyn's, are you?" SPHARLER, TURKER J. 21 BAKER, LOTTIE LEE 21 25-DEC-1921 6-472 I get bored watching Price, who is neither moving nor speaking. The only reason he occasionally turns away from the train tracks is to look for Madison or Ricardo. No women anywhere, just an army of professionals from Wall Street in tuxedos. The one female spotted is dancing alone in a corner to some song I think is called "Love Triangle." She's wearing what looks like a sequined tank top by Ronaldus Shamask and I concentrate on that but I'm in an edgy pre-coke state and I start chewing nervously on a drink ticket and some Wall Street guy who looks like Boris Cunningham blocks my view of the girl. I'm about to head off to the bar when Madison comes back - it's been twenty minutes - and he sniffs loudly, a big plastered jittery grin on his face as he shakes hands with a sweaty stern-looking Price who moves away so quickly that when Ted tries to slap him in a friendly sort of way on his back he just hits air. SMITH, DORIS 18 MARKS, SAMMIE RAY 22 C 28-APR-1951 12-172 Sabrina, however, is not a blond. And standing in the doorway after my initial shock subsides, I finally let her in. Her hair is brownish blond, not real blond, and though this infuriates me I don't say anything because she's also very pretty; not as young as Christie but not too used up either. In short, she looks like she'll be worth whatever it is I'm paying her by the hour. I calm down enough to become totally unangry when she takes off her coat and reveals a hardbody dressed in tight black peg pants and a flower-print halter top, with black pointy-toed high-heeled shoes. Relieved, I lead her into the living room and position her on the white down-filled sofa and, without asking if she wants anything to drink, bring her a glass of white wine and a coaster to place it on from the Mauna Kea Hotel in Hawaii. The Broadway cast recording of Les Misйrables is playing on CD from the stereo. When Christie comes in from the bathroom to join us, wearing a Ralph Lauren terry-cloth robe, her blond hair slicked an seasoning salt I picked up at Dean & Deluca. "Just, you know, have the guts to face, uh, reality," I tell him. After a long, confused, Courtney-like pause, McDermott admits, staring out the window, "He's right." "Oh Price," she says flirtatiously, opening beer bottles. "Why no. Vanden goes to Camden and Stash lives in SoHo, so there." has pulled me through so much; how she's always been there when I needed her most. I look back at the plate, thoroughly unhungry, pick up my fork, study the plate hard for a minute or two, whimper to myself before sighing and putting the fork down. I pick up my champagne glass instead. "Er… yeah," Hamlin says, confused. "I guess. Did I say that?" Ribadisco quindi la mia insoddisfazione e la mia valutazione che lei oggi non va certamente oltre la media del suo pessimo Governo; spero domani di poter dire cosa diversa, non per lei - mi creda - ma per il Paese. (Applausi del senatore Massimo Brutti). "Hello, Francesca," I say. "What in the hell does that mean?" I ask. "I occasionally box with Ricky at the Harvard Club," I explain. "Anyone else?" "Yes," I say, leading him to the door. "It's very good." There is a very long pause that I am able to translate into: Uh-huh, right, now see if you want to go to that lousy fucking concert. I take a large gulp of Evian, waiting for her to tell me what time she'll be over. "No," I say, "Serial killer, Wisconsin in the fifties. He was an interesting guy." "Wait," McDermott asks tentatively, "does this mean that Courtney isn't coming?" STEWART, A.T. 30 HUNTER, NANNIE BELL 19 06-OCT-1881 1-486 "Raccoon. Fitch. Squirrel. Muskrat. Mongolian lamb." "Your hair is fine," she says. "Shhh. It's okay." He takes off the expensive-looking Walkman from around his neck, still complaining. "I hate to complain - I really do - about the trash, the garbage, the disease, about how filthy this city really is and you know and I know that it is a sty…" He continues talking as he opens his new Tumi calfskin attachй case he bought at D. F. Sanders. He places the Walkman in the case alongside a Panasonic wallet-size cordless portable folding Easa-phone (he used to own the NEC 9000 Porta portable) and pulls out today's newspaper. "In one issue - in one issue - let's see here… strangled models, babies thrown from tenement rooftops, kids killed in the subway, a Communist rally, Mafia boss wiped out, Nazis" - he flips through the pages excitedly - "baseball players with AIDS, more Mafia shit, gridlock, the homeless, various maniacs, faggots dropping like flies in the streets, surrogate mothers, the cancellation of a soap opera, kids who broke into a zoo and tortured and burned various animals alive, more Nazis… and the "It just wasn't," I say, looking back at my hand, the specks of blood under the nail on my thumb, the photograph of my father, when he was a much younger man, on my mother's bedside table, next to a photograph of Sean and me when we were both teenagers, wearing tuxedos, neither one of us smiling. In the photograph of my father he's wearing a six-button double-breasted black sport coat, a white spread-collar cotton shirt, a tie, pocket square, shoes, all by Brooks Brothers. He's standing next to one of the topiary animals a long time ago at his father's estate in Connecticut and there's something the matter with his eyes. f sliced mango with blueberries and a bottle of Evian. In the early morning light that poured through the windows at the Regency I watched as our waiter shaved black truffles gracefully over Lambert's steaming eggs. Overcome, I broke down and demanded to have the black truffles shaved over my mango slices. Nothing much happened during the breakfast. I had to make another phone call, and when I returned to our table I noticed that a mango slice was missing, but I didn't accuse anyone. I had other things on my mind: how to help America's schools, the trust gap, desk sets, a new era of possibilities and what's in it for me, getting tickets to see Sting in The Threepenny Opera, which just opened on Broadway, how to take more and remember less… Quanto ai centro sociali, credo occorra operare al loro interno alcune distinzioni: ce ne sono di ottimi e ci sono certamente situazioni preoccupanti. (Applausi del senatore Tonini). SKINNER, LAVERNE 19 BROWN, B.C. 21 27-FEB-1953 12-421 SEGREST, RUTHIE LEE 18 CROSSEL, AUGUSTA JAMES 23 C 16-JUN-1957 13-46 "Hey Bateman," Van Patten cries out. "Buddy." nelle ultime settimane Napoli e la Campania sono state tragico teatro di una escalation di violenza messa in atto dalla criminalità organizzata; She nods mutely and backs away with this dazed, confused look on her face. SIMMONS, F.R. 21 PHILLIPS, LONNIE C. 18 22-NOV-1922 7-47 "Pat-rick?" "Why the hell is it fucking outrageous?" Price asks, pushing tapas around his plate with a fork. "Rumor is," I say, "he's in rehab. This champagne isn't cold enough." I'm distracted. "Doesn't he send you postcards?" SMITH, DORIS 19 BELL, EDDIE 20 C 17-DEC-1956 13-16 "I'm here," I say after a minute. SPARKS, RACHAEL 24 WEST, JOHN F. 31 07-AUG-1881 1-476 "Why don't we all go to Zeus Bar next week?" Anne suggests to Scott. "You think we'd have a problem getting a table on Friday?" Scott is wearing a red and purple and black striped cashmere intarsia sweater from Paul Stuart, baggy Ralph Lauren corduroys and Cole-Haan leather moccasins. I shiver and hand her my black wool Giorgio Armani overcoat and she takes it from me, carefully airkissing my right cheek, then she performs the same exact movements on Price while taking his Armani overcoat. The new Talking Heads on CD plays softly in the living room. "No, he was not, Patrick," she says, clearly offended. Madison, who I thought was Ebersol, is wearing a splendid double-breasted white linen jacket by Hackett of London from Bergdorf Goodman. He has a cigar that hasn't been lit in one hand and a champagne glass, half full, in the other. "Red snapper pizza… red snapper pizza…" McDermott has found a mantra for the evening. Signor Ministro, io ritengo che in un pessimo Governo lei non sia il peggiore dei Ministri; lo prenda come un complimento. Però devo dire che oggi lei non è andato oltre la media del suo pessimo Governo. Mi pare che la sua risposta sia del tutto insoddisfacente. Courtney reaches over and touches my wrist gently, stroking my Rolex. "It's okay Patrick. It really is.…" "Listen." He sighs again. "I've taken up enough of your time." He pockets the Marlboros. SHERRILL, G.B. 35 SHERRILL, ROBBI J. 26 06-AUG-1986 17-161 quali siano i reati perpetrati ai danni di persone e cose che si intende contestare agli autori dei disordini; PRESIDENTE. La seduta è aperta (ore 16,04). STOVER, HARVEY D. 18 VALENTINE, JUDY 20 20-SEP-1968 15-165 "Yes, that would be great," he says. "Maybe you could bring .." "Well, is it strictly informal-" "But I don't want Mexican," Van Patten says. she's been sipping. "Why? What's wrong?" The following are delivered mid-October. SMITH, HATTIE 25 NABORS, J.N. 33 27-FEB-1910 5-175 SMITH, HORACE 22 ROBERSON, WILLIE 19 28-JAN-1917 6-155 SMILEY, W.G. 29 McMANNIS, (M) BIRDIE MAY 26 08-JAN-1921 6-410 "But this isn't what I ordered," Van Patten says, looking at his plate. "I wanted the mussel sausage." I remember these words again for some reason while Jeanette and I are sitting in Progress after the musical and it's late, the restaurant is crowded. We order something called eagle carpaccio, mesquite-grilled mahi-mahi, endive with chиvre and chocolate-covered almonds, this weird kind of gazpacho with raw chicken in it, dry beer. Right now there really is nothing edible on my plate, what there is tastes like plaster. Jeanette is wearing a wool smoking jacket, a silk chiffon shawl with one sleeve, wool tuxedo pants, all Armani, antique gold and diamond earrings, stockings from Givenchy, grosgrain flats. She keeps sighing and threatens to light a cigarette even though we're seated in the nonsmoking section of the restaurant. Jeanette's behavior deeply unsettles me, causes black thoughts to form and expand in my head. She's been drinking champagne kirs but has already had too many and when she orders her sixth I suggest that maybe she's had enough. She looks at me and says, "I am cold and thirsty and I wi "Ter-riffic," I murmur. "Should I even dignify that question with an answer?" I sigh. 'That's not what I said," I say, adding a forced smile, finishing my J&B. "Oh, forget it." chief and wipe the blood away, nod my thanks, slip my Wayfarer aviator sunglasses back on and leave. Fucking Iranian. Interrogazioni sugli incidenti causati dai cosiddetti «disobbedienti» a Roma il 6 novembre 2004 SCOTT, DORIS FERDILIA 27 MALIK, HAMID MAQSOOD 30 08-MAY-1981 16-481 Before this comment I was an automaton, only vaguely paying attention to Evelyn, but now I'm panicked, and I ask, "What's wrong with my hair?" In a matter of seconds my rage quadruples. "What the hell is wrong with my hair?" I touch it lightly. "With what?" I ask innocently. "Protecting myself?" SAILOR, LOUISE 18 DUNCAN, EARL 26 20-APR-1946 11-176 I pause, then in a dull monotone calmly announce, "You have reached Patrick Bateman's number. He is unable to come to the phone right now. So please leave a message after the tone…" I pause, then add, "Have a nice day." I pause again, praying to god that she bought it, before emitting a pitiful "Beep." Ebbene, signor Ministro, dobbiamo renderci conto che, proprio nella complessità di questo fenomeno lei ha fatto benissimo a recarsi a Napoli, dando grande fiducia alla città e restituendo sicurezza a molti; nella sua visita a Napoli, però, temo che altri abbiano potuto ricavare spazi di strumentalizzazione per tentare di nascondere, non tanto a se stessi quanto alla cittadinanza, le proprie colpe e responsabilità. "Or Les Miz," he suggests. sabato 6 novembre 2004 si è verificato, ad opera del movimento definito dei Disobbedienti, un blitz presso il supermercato Panorama e la libreria Feltrinelli di Roma; SPARKS, CHARLES BRUCE 28 WELLS, TINA H. 24 14-JAN-1983 16-568 She looks back at me and I think that maybe someone is actually comprehending what I'm trying to get through to them, but then she says, "Let's just avoid the issue, all right? I'm sorry I said anything. Now, are we having coffee?" Again she waves the waiter over. "Zeus Bar?" one of them asks. "Oh my god," Evelyn exclaims, now truly alarmed, and she gulps down what little Cristal is left in her glass. . "Limo driver, oh limo driver…" Evelyn leans forward, balancing herself on my knees. "Limo driver, we're going to the Rainbow Room. Driver, to the Rainbow Room, please." "Now that is one babe I would not mind, ahem, inviting," Van Patten says lewdly. "Because-Jeanette-is-behind-me-and-wants-to-use-it," Evelyn says. SIMS, E.S. 36 JOHNSON, JOSIE 26-JUL-1896 3-394 quali iniziative si intenda assumere per garantire un migliore controllo del territorio della città di Napoli da parte delle forze dell’ordine, sia predisponendo presidi nelle aree a rischio, sia in specie incrementandone la capacità investigativa e di intelligence; "Hi. Pat Bateman," I say, offering my hand, noticing my reflection in a mirror hung on the wall - and smiling at how good I look. SCRUGGS, EDWARD WAYNE 21 HINZLEMAN, MADI ALINE 16 05-JAN-1963 14-91 "It's served cold," he starts again. "And for entrйes we have monkfish with mango slices and red snapper sandwich on brioche with maple syrup and" - he checks his pad again - "cotton." SEWELL, JAMES RAYMOND 21 WATERS, MARGIE ELLEN 18 01-JUL-1965 14-410 si chiede di sapere quali siano le valutazioni del Governo in merito all'applicabilità dell'articolo 10, comma 30, della legge n. 119/2003, che prevede una compensazione fino al 20% degli esuberi delle quote latte in funzione del blocco della movimentazione degli animali a seguito della Blue tongue, utilizzando i fondi previsti dalla legge finanziaria del 2004 nonchè in merito alla possibilità, per gli allevatori interessati alla rateizzazione, di prorogare la scadenza almeno al 30 novembre 2004, anche senza la regolarizzazione delle multe relative alla campagna lattiero-casearia 2002/2003, prevedendo di pagare successivamente e con modalità da definire previo accordo tra Regione Sicilia e Ministero delle politiche agricole e forestali. "That is infuriating," I hiss, both eyes clenched tight. "But your friends are my friends. My friends are your friends. I don't think it would work," she says, and then, staring at a spot above my mouth, "You have a tiny fleck on the top of your lip. Use your napkin." "Yeah, Bateman. Where do you go?" McDermott seems genuinely intrigued. "We were joking, you idiot," the other adds. (3-01827) (16 novembre 2004) (Già 4-07640) "No," he says. "No luck." The smell of blood works its way into my dreams, which are, for the most part, terrible: on an ocean liner that catches fire, witnessing volcanic eruptions in Hawaii, the violent deaths of most of the inside traders at Salomon, James Robinson doing something bad to me, finding myself back at boarding school, then at Harvard, the dead walk among the living. The dreams are an endless reel of car wrecks and disaster footage, electric chairs and grisly suicides, syringes and mutilated pinup girls, flying saucers, marble Jacuzzis, pink peppercorns. When I wake up in a cold sweat I have to turn on the wide-screen television to block out the construction sounds that continue throughout the day, rising up from somewhere. A month ago was the anniversary of Elvis Presley's death. Football games flash by, the sound turned off. I can hear the answering machine click once, its volume lowered, then twice. All summer long Madonna cries out to us, "life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone. . ." SLIGH, NORA MARTHA 26 HINER, JAMES O. 26 17-JUL-1940 10-116 "Patrick, you went to Patrick, I mean, Harvard, oh god, I'm so drunk. Anyway, listen. I mean, wait-" She pauses, taken a deep breath, mumbles an unintelligible remark about feeling bizarre, then, after closing her eyes, opens them and asks, "Do you have any coke?" STEWART, BILL 21 TAYLOR, AARA 18 30-NOV-1934 9-28 SHIELDS, ERNEST 21 WOOLLEY, MARY 19 C 12-JUN-1929 8-23 There's a long pause before she admits, "There was no ad in the Times." "Hamlin's not coming to dinner with you guys," she says. "He tried calling back but your lines were all busy. Don't you guys have call waiting?" I am wondering where Evelyn got the sushi - the tuna, yellowtail, mackerel, shrimp, eel, even bonito, all seem so fresh and there are piles of wasabi and clumps of ginger placed strategically around the Wilton platter - but I also like the idea that I don't know, will never know, will never ask where it came from and that the sushi will sit there in the middle of the glass table from Zona that Evelyn's father bought her like some mysterious apparition from the Orient and as I set the platter down I catch a glimpse of my reflection on the surface of the table. My skin seems darker because of the candlelight and I notice how good the haircut I got at Gio's last Wednesday looks. I make myself another drink. I worry about the sodium level in the soy sauce. "McDermott, this is ridiculous," I whisper. "You can't stay angry at me because I think the pizza at Pastels is… crusty." She stares at me, her expression unchanged. STREET, (M) CELIA W. 38 JOHNSON, IZIAH 45 C 10-DEC-1972 15-602 è infine indispensabile conseguire l’obiettivo di mettere sollecitamente in condizioni di non nuocere ulteriormente chi si rende responsabile di atti criminali che scuotono la coscienza civile, SMITH, ARNOLD 18 DAVIS, RUTH 18 24-AUG-1943 10-491 "Yes, naturally." I'm blinking, muttering to myself, really, waving his cigarette smoke away from my face. SMITH, PETER 20 SMITH, MARTHA 19 24-DEC-1898 3-518 Elizabeth is asking Christie if she's ever met some asshole named Spicey or been to Au Bar. Christie is shaking her head I hand Elizabeth the Ecstasy-laden sauvignon blanc while she stares at Christie like she was from Neptune, and after recovering from Christie's admission she yawns. "Anyway, Au Bar sucks now. It's terrible. I went to a birthday party there for Malcolm Forbes. Oh my god, please." She downs the wine, facing. I take a seat in one of the chrome and oak Sottsass chairs and reach over to the ice bucket that sits on the glass-top coffee table, adjusting the bottle of wine in order to chill it better. Immediately Elizabeth makes a move for it, pouring herself another glass. I dissolve two more tabs of the Ecstasy in the bottle before bringing it into the living room. A sullen Christie sips her untainted wine cautiously and tries not to stare at the floor; she still seems scared, and finding the silence unbearable or incriminating she asks Elizabeth where she met me. "Aren't you having any?" Evelyn asks, concerned. She hovers over the chocolate-dipped urinal cake anxiously, poised. "I adore Godiva." SPAKES, ODELL 21 POWERS, ARDIE 18 09-JUL-1938 9-470 SANDERS, HERMAN 21 STRAHAN, CALLIE 17 21-AUG-1910 5-202 I wait until she's seen the nail gun and the gloved hands to scream, "What the fuck are you doing with Robert Hall?" The table begins to serve themselves, successfully ignoring Stash. I stare at Courtney as she chews and swallows. Midnight. I'm sitting in a booth at Nell's with Craig McDermott and Alex Taylor - who has just passed out - and three models from Elite: Libby, Daisy and Caron. It's nearing summer, mid-May, but the club is air-conditioned and cool, the music from the light jazz band drifts through the half-empty room, ceiling fans are whirring, a crowd twenty deep waits outside in the rain, a surging mass. Libby is blond and wearing black grosgrain high-heeled evening shoes with exaggeratedly pointed toes and red satin bows by Yves Saint Laurent. Daisy is blonder and wearing black satin tapered-toe pumps set off by splattered-silver sheer black stockings by Betsey Johnson. Caron is platinum blond and wearing stack-heeled leather boots with a pointed patent-leather toe and wool tweed turned-over calf by Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel. All three of them have on skimpy black wool-knit dresses by Giorgio di Sant'Angelo and are drinking champagne with cranberry juice and peach schnapps and smoking German cigarettes - but I don't compl till there. STEWART, DEBBIE 17 McCLAIN, KENNETH A. 23 15-NOV-1974 16-104 "Promise nothing, you geek," I scream, then, "Is Paul Owen still handling the Fisher account?" "Who hung the Onica?" she asks. STUDDARD, J.D. 22 RATLIFF, EMMA 18 06-MAR-1898 3-478 After a long pause, my hand squeezing a small, childlike breast, I say, "I want you to clean your vagina." "Why are there, um, copies of the Style section all over the place?" he asks tiredly. "Do you have a dog? A chow or something?" She inhales on the cigarette, then blows out. "So what do you do?" "Thought you were off them." in Umbria sono 286 gli uffici postali dislocati nei piccoli comuni o nelle frazioni più sperdute; tale numero rappresenta la soglia minima di garanzia di un servizio pubblico quale Poste Italiane S.P.A. dovrebbe offrire, tenuto conto anche che, in molte di queste piccole realtà, vi è un mercato del risparmio di tutto rilievo, "Oh," she says, then turns to me. "It's your turn, Patrick." SEARCY, IRIS ELAINE 22 OWEN, WILLIAM HUGH 25 20-JUN-1936 9-215 "Hey," Vanden says, as if she was insulted. "That affects us." la legge regionale n. 2 del 26 marzo 2002 all’art. 56 (Partecipazione azionaria nel Banco di Sicilia) recita: "Oh my god-" "Why don't you get a job?" I ask, the bill still held in my hand but not within the bum's reach. "If you're so hungry, why don't you get a job?" STEWART, FAYE KATHRYN 16 SMITH, JOHN THOMAS 20 26-AUG-1960 13-298 "Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it… devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guess after mulling over the possibilities being Ten -X. "Okay," McDermott says. "Hold on." STOVER, MARY 18 RHODES, O.E. 21 28-NOV-1924 7-172 STEDMAN, M. 51 MORRIS, OCTAVIE 44 15-MAR-1882 1-523 SHADRACK, FRANK 22 PRICE, LIZZIE 18 22-DEC-1907 5-49 STEWART, HENRIETTA 27 WILLIAMS, B.W. 35 19-MAY-1907 5-14 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Does he do this all the time?" Elizabeth asks Christie. "A model?" She shrugs. "An actor?" SHELTON, LEE 21 DICKINSON, BELL 18 20-AUG-1911 5-262 SHELBY, IDA 18 McCLAIN, R.H. 23 31-JAN-1909 5-115 "Oh you're excused," I sneer. Then I make my way back to our booth where John Edmonton and Peter Beavers are now sitting and I numb myself with a Halcion before taking Jean home, back to my place. Jean is wearing something by Oscar de la Renta. Nina Goodrich was wearing a sequined dress by Matsuda and refused to give me her number, even though Jean was in the women's room downstairs. "Listen, Patrick," she says, her attitude relenting. "I just want you to know that I'm-" "I'm sorry," I finally say. "I had to… return some videotapes…" And then, reacting to her silence, "You know, I would've met you-" STOVER, JIMMY 19 CHANDLER, MELISSA 20 26-MAY-1990 17-419 She places a file on top of the desk before asking, "Doin' the crossword?" dropping the g in "doing" - a pathetic gesture of intimacy, an irritating stab at forced friendliness. I gag inwardly, then nod without looking up at her. SPAKES, DONALD 21 TURNER, INADELL 19 29-SEP-1951 12-238 SHUMWAY, ALBERT C. 70 GOLDSMITH, (M) NOLA 62 09-APR-1963 14-134 found in my medicine cabinet when we first came back to my place, and the Cristal takes the edge off it, but only slightly: The Patty Winters Show this morning was about a machine that lets people talk to the dead. This girl is wearing a wool barathea jacket and skirt, a silk georgette blouse, agate and ivory earrings by Stephen Dweck, a silk jacquard torsolette vest, all from… where? Charivari, I'm guessing. I stare at the box. "Oh good god, man. Why else would Evelyn Richards dump him? You know, really. He could barely pick up an escort girl, let alone… what was it you said he did to her?" Harold is still looking distractedly around the club and he waves to another couple, raising his champagne glass. "Oh yes, 'chop her up.' " He starts laughing again, though this time it sounds polite. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must really." Outside I try to wave down a cab on Fifth Avenue. Luis hurries out of the store after me. McDermott appears behind me and pulls at my shoulder. "Does Price know about a VIP room that we don't?" He looks worried. I start by skinning Torri a little, making incisions with a steak knife and ripping bits of flesh from her legs and stomach while she screams in vain, begging for mercy in a high thin voice, and I'm hoping that she realizes her punishment will end up being relatively light compared to what I've planned for the other one. I keep spraying Torri with Mace and then I try to cut off her fingers with nail scissors and finally I pour acid onto her belly and genitals, but none of this comes close to killing her, so I resort to stabbing her in the throat and eventually the blade of the knife breaks off in what's left of her neck, stuck on bone, and I stop. While Tiffany watches, finally I saw the entire head off - torrents of blood splash against the walls, even the ceiling - and holding the head up, like a prize, I take my cock, purple with stiffness, and lowering Torri's head to my lap I push it into her bloodied mouth and start fucking it, until I come, exploding into it. Afterwards I'm so hard I can even walk arou "Get married," she says, blinking. "Have a wedding." "Yeah, well, oh boy, listen, I've got to go." I pretend to spot an oncoming cab across the street through the glass door and, faking gratitude, tell her, "Thank you, uh… Samantha." "Where have you been tonight?" she asks. "I thought we were supposed to have dinner. I thought we had reservations at Raw Space." SMITH, GEORGIA 24 GUSTIN, CLARENCE C. 32 19-MAY-1945 11-51 "Just teasing," he snickers. "I'll have the chardonnay. The Acacia." BARELLI (FI). Censurando le dichiarazioni di coloro che, rivestendo importanti incarichi istituzionali, si sono espressi a sostegno delle azioni illegali e delle violenze verificatesi a Roma, invita il Ministero ad adottare misure preventive per impedire che fatti analoghi possano ripetersi. Oltre ad intervenire con fermezza per punire i colpevoli di questi episodi, sarà necessario tradurre in azioni concrete gli impegni testé assunti dal Ministro contro fenomeni che preoccupano in misura rilevante l'opinione pubblica. molte aziende agricole hanno subito danni non solo ai raccolti ma anche alle coltivazioni ed alle infrastrutture, pregiudicando l’attività di centinaia di aziende e mettendo in grave situazione migliaia di lavoratori del settore agricolo, em and the sand, lit by it, seemed almost lunar in scale. I even dragged a beached jellyfish back to the house and microwaved it early one morning, predawn, while Evelyn slept, and what I didn't eat of it I fed to the chow. SMITH, FLORENCE 21 McCOLLOUGH, MATT 45 05-NOV-1899 3-568 I really tried to make things work the weeks we were out there. Evelyn and I rode bicycles and jogged and played tennis. We talked about going to the south of France or to Scotland; we talked about driving through Germany and visiting unspoiled opera houses. We went windsurfing. We talked about only romantic things: the light on eastern Long Island, the moonrise in October over the hills of the Virginia hunt country. We took baths together in the big marble tubs. We had breakfast in bed, snuggling beneath cashmere blankets after I'd poured imported coffee from a Melior pot into Hermиs cups. I woke her up with fresh flowers. I put notes in her Louis Vuitton carry bag before she left for her weekly facials in Manhattan. I bought her a puppy, a small black chow, which she named NutraSweet and fed dietetic chocolate trues to. I read long passages aloud from Doctor Zhivago and A Farewell to Arms (my favorite Hemingway). I rented movies in town that Price didn't own, mostly comedies from the 1930s, and played StJOHN, BEUFORD 21 ROGERS, ALBERTA 18 01-JUL-1913 5-386 "Evelyn," Tim says. "Don't change the subject but…" And then, genuinely worried, "Now that you mention it… too much gel?" Concerned, he runs a hand over it. "Everybody's good-looking, Patrick," she says remotely. "Well, everybody," Evelyn says, smiling, pleased with the meal she has presented, "dig in," and then after noticing the piece of sushi that Stash has pinned - he's now bent low over the plate, whispering at it - her composure falters but she smiles bravely and chirps, "Plum wine anyone?" "Oh that?" I ask, moving toward my desk, sinking into my chair. 'Just mulling over business problems. Examining opportunities… Exchanging rumors… Spreading gossip." We both laugh. The ice breaks. "Oh Patrick. It's Christmas," she whines. STACKS, HARVEY 24 STRINGFELLOW, ANITA 16 04-APR-1953 12-430 SLATER, (M) SALONA 25 WOOLEY, BEN 22 26-MAR-1904 4-267 Quanto a Napoli - e su questo, ringraziandola della sua tolleranza, concludo - bisogna dire, signor Ministro, che abbiamo una risposta positiva della città, che esistono tutte le premesse per costruire un’alleanza tra apparati dello Stato e cittadinanza. Basti pensare a come è cominciato il processo per la distruzione dell’azienda di Silvana Fucito, un’imprenditrice di San Giovanni a Teduccio. Esso trae origine dal caso specifico, ma ha riguardato più in generale il fenomeno del racket e ha registrato un’ampia partecipazione di giovani, di cittadinanza, di rappresentanze democratiche. Quella signora ha avuto il coraggio di denunciare, di andare in giudizio. STEWART, (M) S.M. 32 NORMAN, T.M. 22 09-JUL-1893 3-220 "A gram." Price presses cash into Madison s hand. "You? What?" SMITH, MATTIE 25 MATTHEWS, FIELDING 45 20-DEC-1882 1-542 STEWART, ROBERT L. 22 WYLIE, MAYMIA 21 01-MAY-1920 6-357 SWIM, (M) JOSIE 21 MACK, JOHN 24 23-OCT-1905 4-364 "Oh, and lots of chocolate truffles. Godiva. And oysters. Oysters on the half shell. Marzipan. Pink tents. Hundreds, thousands of roses. Photographers. Annie Leibovitz. We'll get Annie Leibovitz," she says excitedly. "And we'll hire someone to videotape it!" The waiter nods, leaves, we're left alone. moisture, and a dirty one can inaccurately read CDs, making for false starts, inaudible passages, digital skipping, speed changes and general distortion; the lens cleaner has a cleaning brush that automatically aligns with the lens then the disk spins to remove residue and particles. When I put the Talking Heads CD back in it plays smoothly. I retrieve the copy of USA Today that lies in front of my door in the hallway and bring it with me into the kitchen where I take two Advil, a multivitamin and a potassium tablet, washing them down with a large bottle of Evian water since the maid, an elderly Chinese woman, forgot to turn the dishwasher on when she left yesterday, and then I have to pour the grapefruit-lemon juice into a St. Rйmy wineglass I got from Baccarat. I check the neon clock that hangs over the refrigerator to make sure I have enough time to eat breakfast unhurriedly. Standing at the island in the kitchen I eat kiwifruit and a sliced Japanese apple-pear (they cost four dollars each at Gristed STEWART, LENA 18 MERRITT, JOHN R. 23 22-DEC-1892 3-195 I get the feeling he's trying not to stare at me strangely. He turns back to his notebook and writes something down, then crosses something out. Jean walks in almost immediately and she places the bottle of San Pellegrino and a Steuben etched-glass tumbler on my desk in front of Kimball. She gives me a fretful, worried glance, which I scowl at. Kimball looks up, smiles and nods at Jean, who I notice is not wearing a bra today. Innocently, I watch her leave, then return my gaze to Kimball, clasping my hands together, sitting up. "Well, what's the topic of discussion?" I say again. "Oh Patrick," she sighs. "I can't just leave. Aren't you having a good time?" "That's, um, all, sir," he says. SINKHORE, RAYMOND D. III 19 VALENTINE, CAROLE LORRAINE 20 02-AUG-1990 17-435 STRAYHORN, ELAINE 20 BIGGS, RONNIE J. 21 27-NOV-1962 14-67 "Those guys over there…" He motions toward a group of stagehands standing by the edge of the far side of the front row, peering into the crowd, conferring with one another. "They were pointing over here at Evelyn and Courtney and Ashley." SMEAD, DONIS DUVALL 20 CORDER, MICHELENE JOY 19 22-AUG-1986 17-158 "Oh shit," McDermott begins. "We're going to Tunnel? Last week I picked up this Vassar chick-" (2-00648) "McDermott," I call. "What are you doing? Give me your drugs." Nel nostro Paese, invece, queste persone dalla sera stessa, dal giorno dopo hanno pontificato da tutte le televisioni, sono state intervistate da tutti i media, da tutti i giornali e ci hanno spiegato cosa fosse questo esproprio proletario. Lo hanno potuto fare perché alcune forze politiche, alcuni politici, anche autorevoli, hanno dato loro giustificazioni, li hanno spalleggiati e hanno invitato il Ministro dell’interno a non procedere nei loro confronti. SMITH, CAL 23 ATTWOOD, VERSIE 18 C 05-JAN-1929 7-463 SHELBY, IRIS MACEL 17 DOSS, RAY 19 24-AUG-1946 11-242 "Sounds good," I say, amused that Hamlin, for once, has the right idea. "But what is Cindy going to say about this?" SADLER, LONNIE 19 LUNSFORD, ELLA 18 16-JUL-1905 4-346 Everyone in the restaurant within a particular aural distance seems to be looking the other way. SCOTT, GEO 24 BARNES, OLLIE 19 24-DEC-1911 5-285 A distracted Price, his voice still tense, answers quickly with an exact, clear enunciation that can be heard over the din in Harry's. "It's a very versatile look and it can go with both suits and sport coats. It should be starched for dressy occasions and a collar pin should be worn if it's particularly formal." He pauses, sighs; it looks as if he's spotted somebody. I turn around to see who it is. Price continues, "If it's worn with a blazer then the collar should look soft and it can be worn either pinned or unpinned. Since it's a traditional, preppy look it's best if balanced by a relatively small four-in-hand knot." He sips his martini, recrossing his legs. "Next question?" STUDDARD, PRUDIE ANN 20 ELKINS, JOHN E. 21 24-JAN-1892 3-160 Daisy sighs and licks the spoon thoughtfully. "Who was that?" I ask. SAMS, ELLEN 23 CRAWFORD, RICHARD 22 07-JUL-1897 3-451 SMITH, FRANCIS 17 TOLEFREE, MARSHALL 24 19-DEC-1899 3-574 STRAHAN, ALBERT 22 HOBSON, MARY 20 26-JAN-1919 6-261 "It's late. I don't want to go back to the office," I say, checking my Rolex. The sun, setting, glints off it, momentarily blinding her. "Why don't you come up to my place?" SELF, RODERICK SMITH 21 TAYLOR, BRENDA 18 11-MAY-1968 15-123 "No," I say, wishing she hadn't brought this, of all topics, up. "I don't like live music." It takes some time but she finally relents and smiles back at me and I ask her, once again, "Tell me more," and then, under my breath, smiling a rictus at her, "I'd like to slice open your beaver." The chardonnay has mellowed her, so she softens and talks freely. è indispensabile fare un eccezionale sforzo per assicurare alla giustizia i responsabili nei tempi più brevi; fuck it once, then twice, three times in all. Not caring whether she's still breathing or not I gouge her eyes out, finally using my fingers. The rat emerges headfirst - somehow it turned itself around inside the cavity - and it's stained with purple blood (I also notice where the chain saw took off about half of its tail) and I feed it extra Brie until I feel I have to stomp it to death, which I do. Later the girl's femur and left jawbone lie in the oven, baking, and tufts of pubic hair fill a Steuben crystal ashtray, and when I light them they burn very quickly. "Ask me a question," she says. Twenty minutes later Elizabeth is squirming on the couch and I'm trying to coerce her into having sex with Christie in front of me. What started out as a casual suggestion is now at the forefront of my brain and I'm insistent. Christie stares impassively at a stain I hadn't noticed on the white-oak floor, her wine mostly untouched. "My… favorite," I joke through clenched teeth. "Look, it's my health club," she says. "They've screwed up my account. I'll call you back in a sec." "Something can be done about it," I say. Then, not knowing why I'd said that, I modify the statement, telling her straight on,"Maybe something can't. I don't know. I've thrown away a lot of time to be with you, so it's not like I don't care." "Wait," McDermott says, holding the busboy back. "I'm keeping mine too." "I know, I know," I say. "Listen, we should all be allowed to do exactly what we want to do. I want you to do what you want to do." "Well, we just got back from the Knickerbocker Club," he says and then greets someone who bumps into him - "Hey Kinsley" - then back to me. "We're going to Nell's. Limo's out front." "Listen," I say. "What's your name?" SEYMORE, W.B. 37 HARRIS, SARAH A. 27 25-JUL-1877 1-156 "Oh he does not." With a Kleenex Evelyn wipes off whatever she rubbed on. "Patrick is not a cynic, Timothy. He's the boy next door, aren't you honey?" American Psycho "Well, why not? Carruthers is out of town." I stare at him, disbelieving for a moment, then look at the stage, at the guitarist running around in circles, Bono's arms outstretched as he runs back and forth across the length of its edge, and then back at Luis whose face is still crimson with fury and he's still staring at me, wide-eyed, spittle on his lips, not saying anything. Once outside, ignoring the bum lounging below the Les Misйrables poster and holding a sign that reads: I'VE LOST MY JOB I AM HUNGRY I HAVE NO MONEY PLEASE HELP, whose eyes tear after I pull the tease-the-bum-with-a-dollar trick and tell him, "Jesus, will you get a fucking shave, please," my eyes almost like they were guided by radar, focus in on a red Lamborghini Countach parked at the curb, gleaming beneath the streetlamps, and I have to stop moving, the Valium shockingly, unexpectedly kicking in, everything else becomes obliterated: the crying bum, the black kids on crack rapping along to the blaring beatbox, the clouds of pigeons flying overhead looking for space to roost, the ambulance sirens, the honking taxis, the decent-looking babe in the Betsey Johnson dress, all of that fades and in what seems like time-lapse photography but in slow motion, like a movie - the sun goes down, the city gets darker and all I can see is the red Lamborghini and all I can hear is my own even, steady panting. I'm stil A sip - half a glass - of the J&B calms me enough to say, looking over at Farrell, "Actually, I'm horrified by his paunch." Timothy, in retaliation, smells Evelyn's neck and says, "What is that fascinating… odor?" "I really don't understand the differences in water," Courtney murmurs. She's sitting between McDermott and myself in the back of the cab and under the mink has on a wool twill suit by Givenchy, tights by Calvin Klein and shoes by Warren Susan Allen Edmonds. Earlier, in this same cab, when I touched the mink suggestively, with no intent other than to check its quality and she could sense this, Courtney quietly asked me if I had a breath mint. I said nothing. SMITH, WILLIAM H. 34 BROWN, CAROLYN M. 31 11-MAR-1978 16-320 SIMS, JOSEPH LEWIS 22 CUMMINGS, LILLIE MAE 18 C 04-NOV-1939 10-36 "Probably." McDermott shrugs. "I guess." Courtney starts, counting each name off on one of her fingers. "Well, there's Sparcal, Perrier, San Pellegrino, Poland Spring, Calistoga…" She stops, stuck, and looks over at McDermott for help. Truman Drake pats Harold on the back and asks me, "Is there one suspender width that's more, well, appropriate than others?" Irritably I push dim into the crowd and he disappears. SPRAGGINS, DAN 22 CROOKE, EFFIE 18 27-DEC-1911 5-287 "Le Bernardin is in Zagat's top ten this year." He nods. "You know that?" Some guy who looks exactly like Christopher Lauder comes over to the table and says, patting me on the shoulder, "Hey Hamilton, nice tan," before walking into the men's room. "Why don't the two of you come with us?" A long pause follows; just the sound of cables moving the elevator up higher into the building competes with the silence, obvious and heavy between us. I slam the door of the stall and start shoveling the coke from the envelope into my nose with my platinum AmEx. In between my gasps I hear Evelyn leave, sobbing to the girl, "He made me walk out of my own Christmas party, can you believe it? My Christmas party?" And I hear the girl sneer "Get a life" and I start laughing raucously, banging my head against the side of the stall, and then I hear the guy do a couple more hits, then he splits, and after finishing most of the gram I peek out from over the stall to see if Evelyn's still hanging around, pouting, chewing her lower lip sorrowfully - oh boo hoo hoo, baby - but she hasn't come back, and then I get an image of Evelyn and Daniel's girlfriend on a bed somewhere with the girl spreading Evelyn's legs, Evelyn on all fours, licking her asshole, fingering her cunt, and this makes me dizzy and I head out of the rest room into the club, horny and desperate, lusting for contact. Luis follows. "Patrick, what are we doing here?" SANDERS, BARBARA 18 STRAWN, BILLY GLEN 18 06-NOV-1961 13-471 He nods his small head, up, then down, slowly, but before he can answer, my sudden lack of care crests in a massive wave of fury and I pull the knife out of my pocket and I stab him, quickly, in the neck. "It's called California classic cuisine," Anne tells me, leaning in close, after we ordered. The statement deserves a reaction, I suppose, and since Scott and Courtney are discussing the merits of the Post's gossip column, it's up to me to reply. Pause. "Is everything okay?" The security guard, a big black guy, is looking down at us. Roughly I push my cock back into her and bring myself to an orgasm so weak as to be almost nonexistent and my groan of a massive but somewhat expected disappointment is mistaken by Courtney for pleasure and momentarily spurs her on as she lies sobbing beneath me on the bed, sniffling, to reach down and touch herself but I start getting soft almost instantly - actually during the moment I came - but if I don't withdraw from her while still erect she'll freak out so I hold on to the base of the condom as I literally wilt out of her. After lying there on separate sides of the bed for what might be twenty minutes with Courtney whimpering about Luis and antique cutting boards and the sterling silver cheese grater and muffin tin she left at Harry's, she then tries to give me head. "I want to fuck you again," I tell her, "but I don't want to wear a condom because I don't feel anything," and she says calmly, taking her mouth off my limp shrunken dick, glaring at me, "If you don't use one you're not going to feel anyt se e quali provvedimenti il Governo intenda adottare per porre rimedio all’alto tasso di violenza, a partire dalla destinazione di fondi e mezzi sufficienti per coprire le esigenze di chi opera per garantire la sicurezza dei cittadini ed al fine di migliorare la condizione di vivibilità quotidiana del capoluogo campano. "…Mr. Kimball a bottle of San Pelle-" SHELBY, MOREE 17 SPAKES, JAMES P. 24 07-JUL-1912 5-317 "Yes, Patrick?" She reenters the office trying to downplay her eagerness. "Gentlemen." I cough. "Ahem. I hate to interrupt, but…" SHIPMAN, DAVID THOMAS II 18 SPICER, VANESSA MARIE 18 26-DEC-1991 17-522 "What's wrong?" "Oh, a different branch," he says, sounding remarkably relaxed, probably due to the fact that I actually inquired about the move. "In Arizona." e) mantenimento di un trend positivo degli impieghi del Banco di Sicilia nel territorio della Regione; STATON, V.A. 22 MOSS, CATHERINE 18 03-SEP-1921 6-446 STUBBLEFIELD, JULIA 22 TISDALE, JAMES 23 15-JUL-1912 5-319 SIMS, WILLIE 22 HEAD, (M) CARRY 24 03-AUG-1909 5-142 STONE, LENA 18 SHIPP, R.T. 23 17-SEP-1893 3-231 il controllo del territorio viene sottratto allo Stato anche a causa dell’inefficienza, della scarsità di risorse e di mezzi, che rendono sempre più difficile l’attività delle forze di polizia, "He is totally harmless, you geek. Was totally harmless. Just like you are totally harmless. But he did do all that shit and you have failed to get us into 150, so, you know, what can I say?" McDermott shrugs. She admires a Palazzetti vase while I slip on the condom. I get on top of her and we have sex and lying beneath me she is only a shape, even with all the halogen lamps burning. Later, we are lying on opposite sides of the bed. I touch her shoulder. (3-01514) (31 marzo 2004) "You're telling me like I don't know this." She yawns. "Maybe it's just the light," I mention. "I have to talk to you," Evelyn says. È mancato un rafforzamento strutturale delle forze dell’ordine. Farò un solo esempio: so che l’Arma dei carabinieri negli ultimi anni ha elaborato un programma per l’apertura di 14 caserme, alcune a livello di tenenza; ne è stata aperta una sola, ai Quartieri spagnoli, oggi sostanzialmente assediati. E non proseguo con altri esempi che potrei citare per esperienza diretta, dal momento che del mio collegio fa parte il quartiere di Pianura, sul quale credo non ci sia bisogno che le fornisca elementi perché lei potrebbe darmene molti di più. "If you really want to do something for me, you can stop making a scene right now," I say, looking uncomfortably around the room. "I'm not supposed to do this," the driver says without looking up at me. "It's totally illegal. No way. Give it up." "Yes." "So what if I'm not some burned-out decadent faggot like yourself," McDermott says, getting in ahead of me. He's standing in the stall, his back to me, wearing a cashmere blazer, pleated wool trousers, a cotton-silk white shirt, pissing into the toilet. I can tell he senses movement in the stall because he stiffens noticeably and the sound of his urine hitting water stops abruptly in midstream. In slow motion, my own heavy breathing blocking out all other sounds, my vision blurring slightly around the edges, my hands move up over the collar of his cashmere blazer and cotton-flannel shirt, circling his neck until my thumbs meet at the nape and my index fingers touch each other just above Luis's Adam's apple. I start to squeeze, tightening my grip, but it's loose enough to let Luis turn around - still in slow motion - so he can stand facing me, one hand over his wool and silk Polo sweater, the other hand reaching up. His eyelids flutter for an instant, then widen, which is exactly what I want. I want to see Luis's face contort and turn purple and I want him to know who it is who is killing him. I want to be the last "Last month it seemed to be mostly Polly," the woman says. SLOAN, RESSIE 19 EVERLY, DAVE 22 09-MAR-1915 6-34 SCOTT, (M) LOLA 41 DAVIDSON, D.W. 47 18-FEB-1952 12-288 "Listen," he says. "I really hate to ask this." "Didn't you think it was interesting in that movie tonight how they were spies but they weren't spies?" Daisy asks. SMITH, CHAS S. 35 JOHNSON, (M) BESSIE 24 C 18-DEC-1902 4-171 After a long pause, she smiles. "I see." There's another pause. "Should we bring flowers?" "Listen, we should just do it here," the girl, who I wouldn't mind fucking, spits out. "That's a caffeine-fine Diet Coke, right?" Anne asks the waiter. "I'm terribly jealous and I think I better talk to Evelyn," I say, letting Courtney gently push me into the kitchen. "Well," Patty starts, standing in the middle of the audience, microphone in hand. "Who were you last month?" "Don't mention it," I tell her, leaning in. "Leatherface. He was part of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." "Of course we do," I say good-naturedly and, still smiling, "I have no idea who Gregory is. You do know that, right?" He looks away from me, doesn't answer, just keeps staring past the railings, trying to find the point where the tracks come to an end, find what lies behind the blackness. He's becoming a drag but Owen seems worse and I've already accidentally made eye contact with the weasel. STRAHAM, J.T. 21 MEEKS, BESSIE 18 11-FEB-1930 8-119 VILLONE (DS-U). La risposta del Ministro è insoddisfacente rispetto alla crescente gravità della situazione napoletana, peraltro segnalata da molti mesi dai parlamentari eletti in quell'area; è soprattutto carente di una convincente individuazione delle cause che hanno determinato la perdita del controllo di intere zone della città e quindi anche la capacità di conoscere e prevenire i reati da parte delle Forze dell'ordine. Nella risposta non è stata delineata un'efficace strategia per arrestare l'accumulazione dei profitti malavitosi ed arginare l'ingresso della camorra nell'economia legale, che avviene prevalentemente attraverso l'acquisizione di immobili ed esercizi commerciali, né è spiegato perché il Governo abbia rinunciato a reprimere le manifestazioni di protesta organizzate, indebolendo così la credibilità delle istituzioni e la richiesta della collaborazione dei cittadini, peraltro opportuna. E' inoltre del tutto fuori luogo il trionfalismo del Ministro circa le denunce delle richieste di "pizzo" da Reeves and Hamlin and I shake their hands without standing up. George and Todd start talking to Trent, who is from Los Angeles and knows where Nekenieh is located. Owen turns his attention my way, which makes me slightly nervous. STUBBLEFIELD, J.W. 49 TAYLOR, (M) CHARITY 27 C 02-JUN-1923 7-93 StCLAIR, CHARLES O. 20 BROWNING, FRANCIS MARIE 18 12-NOV-1949 11-633 STEVENS, ESTEREE 21 HARRISON, T.A. 36 29-SEP-1932 8-415 "But I'm not a lesbian," Elizabeth protests again, giggling. "I'm not into girls." SMITH, VIRGINIA H. 33 BALLEW, LEWIS 32 02-JAN-1953 12-406 "A stole?" Caron suggests. I stall - a long, awkward pause - before saying, simply, "Fourteen-A." SPAKES, DELLA 18 VALENTINE, VODIE 26 29-DEC-1909 5-170 SINGLETON, NORA 23 REED, B.M. 26 24-OCT-1899 3-569 "No, I was out jogging," she says, leaning in. "It was about Michael J. Fox, right?" er intestines and flesh will probably get dumped into the incinerator down the hall from my apartment. "How many people were there?" "What?" She looks up, a dribble of sorbet running down her chin. "At the end of a session he asked me if I could get him plus three into Nell's that night." She checks her mouth, the lips, in the mirror of the compact. "Why do you ask?" contemporaneamente la International Merchant Bank, che avrebbe dovuto procedere al contestuale versamento di un milione di euro, veniva meno agli accordi stipulati facendo mancare uno dei capisaldi finanziari del piano industriale di rilancio dell'azienda TSM; "You don't think I'm crazy?" I ask. "I mean for wanting a tanning bed?" "Yeah. I mean no," I say. "But I've heard it's quite good." I smile weakly and take a sip of my drink. STUDDARD, WINSTON 26 DOUGHITT, (M) GEORGIA 24 07-OCT-1944 10-592 SCROGGINS, HENRY 25 GOOLSBY, ROXY 18 02-DEC-1896 3-410 I pick up this morning's Wall Street Journal and scan the front page - all of it one ink-stained senseless typeset blur. "I think I was hallucinating while watching it. I don't know. I can't be sure. I don't remember," I murmur, placing the Journal back down and then, picking up today's Financial Times, "I really don't know." She just stands there waiting for instructions. I sigh and place my hands together, sitting down at the Palazzetti glass-top desk, the halogen lamps on both sides already burning. "Okay, Jean," I start. "I need reservations for three at Camols at twelve-thirty and if not there, try Crayons. All right?" SPAKES, JERRY WAYNE 19 COOK, BEVERLY 18 08-JUN-1968 15-134 "Where are you going?" Suddenly she looks remarkably composed. She's been careful not to let the tears, which actually I've just noticed are very few, affect her makeup. "Tell me, Patrick, where are you going?" rs keeps telling me how nice I look and complimenting my suit. "Well," Evelyn begins, "I've been known to-" "Who said it was about that?" he asks tensely. ain, and as suddenly as it appears it fades long enough for me to stand up straight and rush into the next hardware store I come across, and once inside I buy a set of butcher knives, an ax, a bottle of hydrochloric acid, and then, at the pet store down the block, a Habitrail and two white rats that I plan to torture with the knives and acid, but somewhere, later in the afternoon, I leave the package with the rats in it at the Pottery Barn while shopping for candles or did I finally buy the teapot? Now I'm lunging up Lafayette, sweating and moaning and pushing people out of my way, foam pouring out of my mouth, stomach contracting with horrendous abdominal cramps - they might be caused by the steroids but that's doubtful - and I calm myself down enough to walk into a Gristede's, rush up and down the aisles and shoplift a canned ham that I calmly walk out of the store with, hidden under the Matsuda jacket, and down the block, where I try to hide in the lobby of the American Felt Building, breaking the tin open STUDDARD, VERA* 14 BOLDEN, BURLESS 17 27-AUG-1924 7-155 "I mean I know it sounds so trendy but there is a world of difference. It's subtle," she says, "but it's there." "I guess." Caron shrugs. "Your face definitely looks… rounder," Evelyn says. "Less… chiseled." "Thank god," Price mutters as he nears Evelyn's. TOFANI - Ai Ministri dell'interno e del lavoro e delle politiche sociali - Premesso: "McDermott?" I ask. "What in the hell are you doing?" A bottle of Scharffenberger is on ice in a Spiros spun-aluminum bowl which is in a Christine Van der Hurd etched-glass champagne cooler which sits on a Cristofle silver-plated bar tray. The Scharffenberger isn't bad - it's not Cristal, but why waste Cristal on this bimbo? She probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway. I have a glass of it while waiting for her, occasionally rearranging the Steuben animals on the glasstop coffee table by Turchin, or sometimes I flip through the last hardcover book I bought, something by Garrison Keillor. Patricia is late. SMITH, JOYCE 23 ROBINSON, DAVID LEE 28 26-OCT-1965 14-447 "1. In armonia con il processo di ristrutturazione societaria e di riassetto del gruppo bancario Banca di Roma, viene prevista l'assunzione della partecipazione azionaria della Regione siciliana nella costituenda holding Banca di Roma in sostituzione della partecipazione azionaria nel Banco di Sicilia, contemplata dalla legge regionale 19 giugno 1991, n. 39, e l'approvazione, con le specificazioni di cui al comma 3, della Convenzione del 21 gennaio 2002 tra la Regione siciliana e la Banca di Roma, con la quale le parti hanno fissato i reciproci impegni relativamente alle modalità di esecuzione dell'operazione di fusione per incorporazione del Banco di Sicilia nella Banca di Roma e della contestuale costituzione di una nuova società nella quale conferire l'azienda bancaria Banco di Sicilia. BRUTTI Massimo (DS-U). Pur manifestando soddisfazione per l'orientamento del Ministro di non procedere all'istituzione di un alto commissario per la lotta alla camorra, la strategia rappresentata per fronteggiare la criminalità a Napoli appare insoddisfacente. La lunga sequenza di atti criminali che caratterizza gli ultimi mesi segnala la riorganizzazione della camorra sul territorio ed esige infatti interventi strutturali da parte del Governo prevedendo una presenza più penetrante delle forze dell'ordine sul territorio. Occorre altresì rafforzare il tessuto sociale di contrasto alla criminalità valorizzando quelle iniziative di carattere sociale ed educativo che possono rivestire un grande ruolo nel riscatto della città. "Preston," Price says, "you are a joke. You do know you weren't invited to dinner. By the way, nice jacket; nonmatching but complementary." SOUTHERN, VIRGIL 18 HALL, ANNIE SUE 17 C 17-MAY-1953 12-440 "Yes, of course," I say, interrupting. "Have you had the focaccia at Pooncakes?" "I told you why," she says dismissively. Price pulls it out and though he's acting nonchalant, I don't see how he can ignore its subtle off-white coloring, its tasteful thickness. I am unexpectedly depressed that I started this. Disegni di legge, trasmissione dalla Camera dei deputati "No, no, you go," I say. "You have a good time." "How would you know?" I ask Van Patten. "I'm sorry," he says, "to barge in on you like this, but I was supposed to talk to Luis Carruthers and he wasn't in and… well, you're here, so…" He smiles, shrugs. "I know how busy you guys can get." He averts his eyes from the three copies of Sports Illustrated that lie open atop my desk, covering it, along with the Walkman. I notice them too, then close all three issues and slip them into the desk's top drawer along with the still-running Walkman. "Yes, Owen," I say, drawing near. But Whitney's talent is restored with the overwhelming "The Greatest Love of All," one of the best, most powerful songs ever written about self-preservation and dignity. From the first line (Michael Masser and Linda Creed are credited as the writers) to the last, it's a state-of-the-art ballad about believing in yourself. It's a powerful statement and one that Whitney sings with a grandeur that approaches the sublime. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's not too late for us to better ourselves, to act kinder. Since it's impossible in the world we live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It's an important message, crucial really, and it's beautifully stated on this album. Autumn: a Sunday around four o'clock in the afternoon. I'm at Barney's, buying cuff links. I had walked into the store at two-thirty, after a cold, tense brunch with Christie's corpse; rushed up to the front counter, told a salesclerk, "I need a whip. Really." In addition to the cuff links, I've bought an ostrich travel case with double-zippered openings and vinyl lining, an antique silver, crocodile and glass pill jar, an antique toothbrush container, a badger-bristle toothbrush and a faux-tortoiseshell nailbrush. Dinner last night? At Splash. Not much to remember: a watery Bellini, soggy arugula salad, a sullen waitress. Afterwards I watched a repeat of an old Patty Winters Show that I found on what I originally thought was a videotape of the torture and subsequent murder of two escort girls from last spring (the topic was Tips on How Your Pet Can Become a Movie Star). Right now I'm in the middle of purchasing a belt - not for myself - as well as three ninety-dollar ties, ten handkerchiefs, a four-hundred-d "No. I was wrong," I say sternly, staring directly at him. "I was wrong about my name being Pat. My name is Marcus. Marcus Halberstam." "Oh god, Patrick, that's not Laurence Tisch," she says. "That's one of the Christmas elves." "Yeah. Great to meet you, Hugh." Price holds up his wrist and taps the gold Rolex with his index finger. STRAHAN, EULA 20 HOBSON, T.A. 21 26-DEC-1922 7-70 SMITH, AVIE 19 ROGERS, JOHN J. 22 18-DEC-1889 3-31 She shakes her head, unsmiling. SIMMONS, JOHNIE 21 MOSLEY, LOLA 18 30-DEC-1927 7-393 "Oh Jesus," I say. "I'm going home." A long pause before she answers. "No. He doesn't." "He has a great body," I say. I reach over and flip on the halogen Tensor. "Well, that's a cool club in the Village." Vanden shrugs. "Yeah, that affects us too." "Oh so what, Patrick." She turns a page, finds it has nothing on it and turns back to the page she was previously studying. SMITH, JANICE KAY 19 PUCKETT, ROY E. 21 08-MAR-1965 14-361 "It's gotta be one of the girls," Van Patten says gleefully. "Or can it be worn with a suit?" I interrupt, finishing his sentence. "Oh stop it, Patrick," she says irritably. "I know it's you. What in god's name do you think you're doing?" STEWART, MARY REBECCA 18 HUDDLESTON, JAS A. 23 18-DEC-1878 1-265 SELBY, JOHN HERBERT 33 BUSSELL, TERESA SAYNAE 21 15-FEB-1974L 16-48 "Now where were you?" He laughs. "Come on," she says. "You don't need to worry about that." at comes out of it is: "that sry comehitle stale… that clazy witchclaft…" PRESIDENTE. Le comunicazioni all'Assemblea saranno pubblicate nell'allegato B al Resoconto della seduta odierna. "But I know you have the same feelings I do," Luis says, trailing me. "And I know that just because…" He lowers his voice and shrugs. "Just because you won't admit… certain feelings you have doesn't mean you don't have them." "And don't forget Arnold Scaasi. The white ermine," Libby says. "To die for." "What's in it for me?" STRINGFELLOW, GLADYS 19 HOPPER, ASA 31 17-MAR-1951 12-149 "Of course." She smiles, downs her second glass. She seems in a much better mood, boisterous almost, more than you'd expect of someone whose neighbor's head was sliced off in a matter of seconds while she was still conscious by an electric mini-chain saw. Evelyn's eyes momentarily glitter in the candlelight, then revert to their normal pallid gray. "Aren't you high?" I ask him. STEPHENS, W.P. 34 TREADWELL, LILLIE 18 11-JUL-1877 1-154 "Aerobics class." I play it cool. "Sorry. Any messages?" SPAKES, GREGORY DARRELL 20 BEVERAGE, DARLA KIM 17 17-MAY-1986 17-141 SPADONI, ROBERT ANDREW 18 BROWN, ILSE LINDA 18 27-OCT-1972 15-589 "What's your problem?" McDermott snaps back. "No, no," Preston says. "Very respectable, decent evening. No babes, no blow, no brew. Went to The Russian Tea Room with Alexandra and her parents. She calls her father - get this - Billy. But I'm so fucking tired and only one Stoli." He takes off his glasses (Oliver Peoples, of course) and yawns, wiping them clean with an Armani handkerchief. "I'm not sure, but I think our like weird Orthodox waiter dropped some acid in the borscht. I'm so fucking tired." I take the paper back from her and slip it in my pocket and smile, still trying to keep a straight face, holding my body upright so she won't suspect me of cringing. Our waiter comes over to the table and I ask him what kinds of beer they serve. He cuts me off, tiredly. "Well, there's a message on his answering machine saying he went to London." "Because we never really shared one," I say, keeping my voice from rising. "I think you should go home," I say. "But where?" she asks, more tears welling up. "Where are you going?" "Er, British," he says as a dwarf hands us each a plate of Waldorf salad. The girl I'm going out with tonight, Patricia Worrell - blond, model, dropped out of Sweet Briar recently after only one semester - has left two messages on the answering machine, letting me know how incredibly important it is that I call her. While loosening my Matisse-inspired blue silk tie from Bill Robinson I dial her number and walk across the apartment, cordless phone in hand, to flip on the air-conditioning. Four of us sit around the table waiting for Evelyn and Timothy to return from getting Price a lint brush. I sit at the head taking large swallows of J&B. Vanden sits at the other end reading disinterestedly from some East Village rag called Deception, its glaring headline THE DEATH OF DOWNTOWN. Stash has pushed a chopstick into a lone piece of yellowtail that lies on the middle of his plate like some shiny impaled insect and the chopstick stands straight up. Stash occasionally moves the piece of sushi around the plate with the chopstick but never looks up toward either myself or Vanden or Courtney, who sits next to me sipping plum wine from a champagne glass. se e quali direttive il Ministro abbia impartito o intenda impartire al Prefetto e al Questore di Napoli per fronteggiare la grave situazione criminale in collaborazione con i responsabili delle altre Forze dell’Ordine; "Good luck," I hear Van Patten say before I click off. se e quali verifiche si intenda attivare in ordine alla, in verità preoccupante, coincidenza tra il risultato elettorale e il licenziamento dell'eletto, per dare garanzie all'intera collettività in merito al fatto che la gestione aziendale possa essere interpretata come licenza assoluta, con il conseguente insorgere di conflitti che turbano i cittadini e causano l'insorgere di tensioni che si ripercuotono negativamente sull'ordine pubblico e sulla stessa capacità produttiva degli stabilimenti coinvolti. "Hip, Patrick?" she calls out. "Donald Trump eats there." There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine. I laugh spontaneously at nothing. Sometimes I sleep under my futon. I'm flossing my teeth constantly until my gums are aching and my mouth tastes like blood. Before dinner last night at 1500 with Reed Goodrich and Jason Rust I was almost caught at a Federal Express in Times Square trying to send the mother of one of the girls I killed last week what might be a dried-up, brown heart. And to Evelyn I successfully Federal Expressed, through the office, a small box of flies along with a note, typed by Jean, saying that I never, ever wanted to see her face again and, though she doesn't really need one, to go on a fucking diet. But there are also things that the average person would think are nice that I've done to celebrate the holiday, items I've bought Jean and had delivered to her apartment this morning: Castellini cotton napkins from Bendel's, a wicker chair from Jenny B. Goode, a taffeta table throw from Barney's, a vi STOCKER, CORA 16 HENRY, A.C. 23 C 02-APR-1955 12-574 la società Sviluppo Italia, per mezzo del suo rappresentante, non ha manifestato la volontà di aumentare il proprio impegno finanziario per il salvataggio dell'azienda TSM; An audio receiver, the Pioneer VSX-9300S, which features an integrated Dolby Prologic Surround Sound processor with digital delay, plus a full-function infrared remote control that masters up to 154 programmed functions from any other brand's remote and generates 125 watts of front speaker power as well as 30 watts in back. SMITH, JOHN F. 26 HARRIS, NEVA 33 20-MAY-1952 12-323 SIMMONS, MELANIE 22 HOOD, JEFFREY D. 30 16-MAR-1990L 17-404 SMITH, BOBBY ROGER 19 PATTERSON, CAROLYN LOUISE 17 09-JUN-1961 13-399 "What's wrong?" one of them asks. "The scallops were grilled? Were they sashimi scallops? In a ceviche of sorts?" I'm asking. "Or were they gratinized?" my choir harmonizes badly on "Joy to the World." I wave to someone who looks exactly like Duncan McDonald, then duck into Bergdorf's. "Jesus, what do you want me to do?" He looks at her in the mirror, wiping his nose, sniffing again. "I bought her dinner. I introduced her to Richard Marx. Jesus Christ, what else does she want?" I pause, distracted, and then stand up. Before walking into the bathroom I mutter, "And then? I beat the living shit out of her." I open the medicine cabinet for a condom and, as I re-enter the bedroom, say, "She had misspelled disabled. I mean, that's not the reason I did what I did but… you know." I shrug. "She was too ugly to rape." "If I can tear them away from the latest Megadeth video," Courtney says before exiting. "So?" I ask, straightening my tie. "Okay." "Are you telling me you've never gotten it on with a girl?" I ask, touching a black stocking, then, beneath it, a leg. se non ritenga che sia proprio dovere fornire mezzi adeguati alle forze già operanti stabilmente in zona perché siano poste in condizione di effettuare, con idonee azioni di intelligence, una effettiva e rigorosa politica di controllo del territorio, accompagnando altresì tali accresciute dotazioni con precise disposizioni di ordine operativo che non consentano atteggiamenti di tolleranza non più ammessi dalla gravità della situazione. SMITH, LEE 21 DYKES, PEARL 18 26-JUN-1910 5-192 shaving cream over it - preferably with a brush, which softens the beard as it lifts the whiskers - which I've found makes removing the hair easier. It also helps prevent water from evaporating and reduces friction between your skin and the blade. Always wet the razor with warm water before shaving and shave in the direction the beard grows, pressing gently on the skin. Leave the sideburns and chin for last, since these whiskers are tougher and need more time to soften. Rinse the razor and shake off any excess water before starting. Afterwards splash cool water on the face to remove any trace of lather. You should use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol. Never use cologne on your face, since the high alcohol content dries your face out and makes you look older. One should use an alcohol-free antibacterial toner with a water-moistened cotton ball to normalize the skin. Applying a moisturizer is the final step. Splash on water before applying an emollient lotion to soften the skin and seal in the moi "What are you talking about?" Comunicazioni della Presidenza Tale progetto vedrà coinvolti, oltre alla prefettura di Napoli, le amministrazioni locali, l’autorità giudiziaria, l’ufficio scolastico regionale e il mondo del volontariato. I ragazzi saranno impegnati in attività di scolarizzazione, ludiche e sportive, nonché in percorsi di formazione sugli antichi e nuovi mestieri, da realizzare in luoghi confiscati alla camorra. quali provvedimenti si intenda adottare nei confronti dei responsabili dell’accaduto; "How old are you?" he asks. "Appearances can be deceiving," I admit carefully. SMITH, EDWIN C. 22 LEOPARD, JANET 21 27-FEB-1976 16-203 "It never was supposed to be!" I bellow, and then, "Why isn't it possible?" "Well?" I ask. SULLIVAN, J.L. 24 PIERCE, JESSIE 18 05-DEC-1928 7-454 SPOKES, H.P. 21 HARRIS, ELLEN 21 13-DEC-1916 6-137 I'm late. The living room and dining room are already crowded with people I don't really want to talk to. Tall, full blue spruces covered with white twinkling lights stand on either side of the fireplace. Old Christmas songs from the sixties sung by the Ronettes are on the CD player. A bartender in a tuxedo pours champagne and eggnog, mixes Manhattans and martinis, opens bottles of Calera Jensen pinot noir and a Chappellet chardonnay. Twenty-year-old ports line a makeshift bar between vases of poinsettias. A long folding table has been covered with a red tablecloth and is jammed with pans and plates and bowls of roasted hazelnuts and lobster and oyster bisques and celery root soup with apples and Beluga caviar on toast points and creamed onions and roast goose with chestnut stung and caviar in puff pastry and vegetable tarts with tapenade, roast duck and roast rack of veal with shallots and gnocchi gratin and vegetable strudel and Waldorf salad and scallops and bruschetta with mascarpone and white truffles an "What are you trying to say?" I hiss. "Not a bad idea, actually." I shrug. "Decent combo." CARUSO LUIGI - Al Ministro delle attività produttive - Premesso che il turismo a Napoli e in Campania è in crisi e che l'Ente provinciale del turismo di Napoli (E.P.T.) versa in evidenti e consolidate difficoltà gestionali ed organizzative e che in altrettante difficoltà versa l'Azienda di soggiorno di Napoli, l'interrogante chiede di conoscere: "Wait." I've realized something else. "Do you think Hamlin will" - I pause awkwardly - "have some drugs, perhaps… for the Texan?" We both head off in our separate directions, but suddenly she calls out something. Now Price is on his knees and he smells and sniffs at Evelyn's bare legs and she's laughing. I tense up. "Well… about us." He shrugs. Come si può rimanere completamente indifferenti di fronte a soggetti indifesi, che oltre tutto hanno avuto il coraggio di chiamare ladri (come vanno definite, giustamente) queste persone che entravano nel supermercato Panorama e nella libreria Feltrinelli, rischiando di prendere ceffoni (come li hanno presi)? si chiede di conoscere: SHELBY, NETTIE MAY 19 ROSS, JAMES OLIVER 21 27-AUG-1911 5-263 "Oh go over and sock him in the nose, then, you big bully," she says, brushing me off. "I really don't care." SMITH, (M) CATHERINE 70 BRADY, JOHN 53 29-JAN-1899 3-524 "These are expensive," I protest, then sigh, realizing the mistake. "I mean cheap. They're very cheap. Just… Isn't the money enough?" "You know… well, were you in there?" I ask. "I'll be back," I call out after her, slamming the limo's door shut, then I cackle gleefully to myself while relighting a cigar, "Don't you bet on it." SMITH, TINNEY 20 LEWIS, JAMES L. 27 17-APR-1904 4-267 That shuts him up for a minute. Anne drones on about nonfat frozen yogurt and chow chows. I sit back, satisfied at having stumped Scott, but too quickly he regains his composure and says, "Anyway" - trying to act blissfully uncaring that he owns a cheap, shitty stereo - "we bought the new Phil Collins today. You should hear how great 'Groovy Kind of Love' sounds on it." La famiglia non svolge più il proprio ruolo di ammortizzatore sociale, come avveniva prima; è più difficile, specialmente per le famiglie monoreddito, arrivare alla fine del mese per la diminuzione del potere di acquisto di salari, stipendi e pensioni. Purtroppo, la questione non è quella della riduzione dei numeri della criminalità, che è certamente un fatto positivo, ma il problema oggi è quello della qualità. Noi siamo di fronte a un drammatico salto di qualità, quello che io ho chiamato un vero e proprio sistema malavitoso alternativo. (Applausi del senatore Tonini). "Because you're guilty," he says, and then, "Get that away from me," waving the gun at the stained knife. SNEED, FLOYD 24 FINDLEY, CLYTIE 20 15-SEP-1907 5-28 "But doesn't he point out that a vest shouldn't overpower the suit?" Van Patten offers tentatively. "Two things," I say, talking over her. "One. You can't bleach a Soprani. Out of the question. Two" - and then louder, still over her - "two, I can only get these sheets in Santa Fe. These are very expensive sheets and I really need them clean… . " But she's still talking and I'm nodding as if I understand her gibberish, then I break into a smile and lean right into her face. "If-you-don't-shut-your-fucking-mouth-I-will-kill-you-are-you-understanding-me?" STODENMYER, ELLEN 18 NORMAN, ISAAC 22 22-AUG-1901 4-83 considerato che: "Bingo," Price says. "Nonvintage." lois, Lauro Salvatore, Maffioli Graziano, Malan Lucio, Manfredi Luigi, Manunza Ignazio, Marano Salvatore, Mascioni Giuseppe, Massucco Alberto Felice Simone, Minardo Riccardo, Morra Carmelo, Nessa Pasquale, Nocco Giuseppe Onorato Benito, Novi Emiddio, Ognibene Liborio, Pace Lodovico, Pasinato Antonio Domenico, Pastore Andrea, Pedrazzini Celestino, Pedrini Egidio Enrico, Peruzzotti Luigi, Pessina Vittorio, Peterlini Oskar, Pianetta Enrico, Piccioni Lorenzo, Pontone Francesco, Ponzo Egidio Luigi, Salini Rocco, Sambin Stanislao Alessandro, Scotti Luigi, Servello Francesco, Tato' Filomeno Biagio, Thaler Ausserhofer Helga, Tomassini Antonio, Tredese Flavio, Vicini Antonio, Vizzini Carlo, Ziccone Guido, Zorzoli Alberto Pietro Maria STEWART, ERNEST 48 VINSON, (M) ZORA 36 20-OCT-1941 10-262 SCOTT, (M) WILLIE B. 25 JACKSON, EDDIE 23 C 22-SEP-1932 8-414 SANDERS, W.R. 21 WILLIAMS, ELLIE MAY 21 23-APR-1918 6-224 "Yeah? Hi. Donald Trump. My wife Ivana's in the back," he says sarcastically, taking it. "Because now Evelyn knows," I say. She shakes her head again. Not Hunter. "Will wearing suspenders help the vest sit better?" I heapr Van Patten ask. "Bateman," Price says, relenting slightly. "Come on. What do you think?" "Tell him don't worry, be happy," Owen shouts. "Sure, but-" She pauses and tries a new angle. "Mis music is so beautiful, so… I know it sounds corny, but it's… glorious. The band is one of the best you'll ever see. They're funny and wonderful and the music is so great and, oh gosh, I just want you to see them so badly. We'll have a great time, I guarantee it," she says with dripping earnestness. SMITH, JANICE MARLENE 24 STREETER, EDDY VINCENT 26 31-MAY-1979 16-384 L’impressione negativa dei fatti ha avuto un risvolto pubblico eccezionale anche grazie ai media. Sorprendentemente, le telecamere erano puntualmente presenti all’interno della libreria Feltrinelli ed hanno ripreso la scena di una lavoratrice dipendente (sicuramente non una proprietaria, ma una commessa o un’impiegata) che inseguiva chi stava rubando libri, mettendo addirittura a repentaglio la propria persona, ma dimostrando grande attaccamento al proprio lavoro. Credo che quelle immagini rattristino tutti. "You know. A tanning bed," I repeat casually. "For a… tan." "A toast?" I suggest. "I heard there was a two-drink minimum," I say warily, signaling for a nearby busboy to remove my plate. SHADRICK, (Ms) DONNIE 18 HOOVER, L.F. 24 14-APR-1912 5-308 …there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil s "Evelyn. Let it slide. I'm leaving right now. We'll all be there shortly. I promise." "Is he like trying to tell us he has a big dick?" Van Patter asks Craig. "I know. I heard you, I heard you," he says, waving her off. "Surprise me." I squint, put on my Oliver Peoples nonprescription glasses and realize that Evelyn, her vision clouded by the cassis-riddled Cristal, not only has mistaken Norris Powell for Ivana Trump but has mistaken Steve Rubell for Brooke Astor, and I can't help it, I almost explode. STEVENSON, NANCY 22 JACKSON, ANDREW 30 19-JAN-1913 5-368 "Nothing." "Bateman: we're sending these questions in to GQ," Van Patten begins. la crisi strutturale e finanziaria della Ferrania SpA, principale cliente di film poliestere dello stabilimento suddetto, ha determinato un'enorme riduzione degli ordinativi nel biennio 2003-2004; "You have? You mean the restaurant has," I correct him. "You don't have any sun-dried tomatoes. The restaurant does. You don't have the poblano chilies. The restaurant does. Just, you know, clarify." "Sure thing." I walk over toward the bar and while waiting for Freddy to pour the drinks I hear some guy, I think it's this Greek William Theodocropopolis, from First Boston, who's wearing a sort of tacky wool jacket in a houndstooth check and an okay-looking shirt, but he also has on a super-looking cashmere tie from Paul Stuart that makes the suit look better than it deserves to, and he's telling some guy, another Greek, drinking a Diet Coke, "So listen, Sting was at Chernoble - you know that place the guys who opened Tunnel opened - and so this was on Page Six and someone drives up in a Porsche 911 and in the car was Whitney and-" STOVER, EUGENE 33 RIGGINS, BERTIE 26 09-FEB-1960 13-248 A long, soulless pause follows and then Courtney asks another question, this one only half finished. "The differences between distilled and purified water is…?" "And sparkling water gets its fizz from carbon dioxide, right?" she asks. I move back over to the tie rack, grab one without choosing and take it up to the register. Luis follows. Ignoring him, I hand the salesgirl the platinum AmEx card and tell her, "There's a bum outside the door." I point out the window at the crying homeless man with the bag of newspapers standing on a bench next to the store's entrance. "You should call the police or something." She nods thanks and runs my card through the computer. Luis just stands there, shyly staring at the ground. I sign the receipt, take the bag and inform the salesgirl, pointing at Luis, "He's not with me." STRAHAN, ELSIE 18 CUMMINGS, D.B. 21 01-SEP-1925 7-242 "Damn, damn, damned," Price says as he opens the door. Coming out of the cab he eyes a beggar on the street - "Bingo: thirty" - wearing some sort of weird, tacky, filthy green jump suit, unshaven, dirty hair greased back, and jokingly Price holds the cab's door open for him. The bum, confused and mumbling, eyes locked shamefully on the pavement, holds an empty Styrofoam coffee cup out to us, clutched in a tentative hand. "He dropped out," she says without looking at me. STUDDARD, CHANDIE BELL 18 GOLDING, R.B. 28 17-NOV-1912 5-342 gli interroganti chiedono di conoscere: SHIELDS, (M) JULIE 32 BRYANT, A.B. 27 21-OCT-1934 9-17 "J&B. Straight," I say before anyone else orders. SODERLING, KIZZIE 18 THOMPSON, E.D. 25 15-APR-1896 3-382 "Well, you guys use them." "Oh really?" she asks, then, "It's hard to keep.track. You're sure?" "To die for," Libby says again, affirmative about something for the first time all night. "Oh my god," I mutter, my voice building to a shout. "It's lightning. Not a photographer. Lightning!" SMITH, DIAMOND 27 SINCLAIR, MARY 17 05-OCT-1914 6-12 "They were great, just totally great. Just totally…" I pause, unsure of what to say. Bethany raises her eyebrows quizzically, wanting to know more. "Just totally… Irish." SANDINE, BECKY 16 TERRY, RICKY 19 17-JUL-1982 16-540 In qualche modo il discorso da lei tenuto qui, oggi, li gratifica; dobbiamo però guardarci dal rischio di gratificare ed enfatizzare noi un fenomeno che ha dimensioni assai limitate e che dobbiamo combattere con il massimo della durezza. Il massimo della durezza viene dall’applicazione delle leggi, perché, appunto, si tratta di reati. SHIELDS, ANNIE 17 BREWER, CHARLEY 22 26-MAR-1890 3-56 "Honey, why not?" she whines, and then addresses someone who just entered her suite. "Oh wheel it over there near the window… no, that window… and can you tell me where that damn masseuse is?" TESSITORE (DS-U). Signor Presidente, signor Ministro, spero di rimanere nei tempi che mi sono concessi, ma se dovessi superarli, mi auguro di poter contare sulla sua comprensione. STACKER, AMIE 26 FRAZIER, LEE 30 23-DEC-1901 4-110 "You're late, honey," she says. SMITH, BETTY SUE 29 GRAY, GREGORY ALAN 31 09-AUG-1991 17-497 "Oh don't bring this up," Evelyn whines and starts brushing her hair. "Rich people with cheap stereos." Thinking of Evelyn, I murmur to myself, "Yes." SCHILLINGS, HENRY F. 21 ADAIR, MAY L. 19 26-FEB-1908 5-65 SALVI - Ai Ministri del lavoro e delle politiche sociali e dell'economia e delle finanze - Premesso che: "Don't be nasty. He's very handsome," she says and then suggests, "Why don't you get your hair styled that way?" "Hold on. I'm Plaxing." After swishing the antiplaque formula around in my mouth and inspecting my hairline in the mirror, I spit out the Plax. "Veto. Bypass. I went there last week." Daisy smiles approvingly. I play it cool, ignoring them. "The past isn't real. It's just a dream," I say. "Don't mention the past." "Well?" Tengo a sottolineare che questo accordo avrà effetti positivi anche per una delle più conosciute ed amate istituzioni napoletane: la Scuola militare della Nunziatella, che potrà utilizzare la caserma Bixio lasciata libera dal reparto mobile della Polizia di Stato. I get back on the other line. Negli ultimi mesi, infatti, diversi soggetti dell’area antagonista hanno mano a mano evidenziato il proposito di premere sulle frange sindacali più sensibili per deviare il corso delle vertenze e alla fine mettere in crisi le grandi organizzazioni dei lavoratori, estremizzando così il conflitto sociale e politico. "Owen!" I exclaim, merrily holding out a hand, the other hand grabbing a martini off a passing elf tray. "I am calling Cindy up to get Evelyn out of coming to dinner with us," I announce. "No, but Stash was there at Odeon that night," Price continues, and then, looking over at me, "At Odeon. Are you listening, Bateman?" "No. None at all," he says. "We ate late." "Listen, I've got to go," I say, checking my Rolex. "I don't want to miss… Stupid Pet Tricks." "What's in it for me?" "Yeah," I say offhandedly, giving Price the card like I don't give a shit, but I'm finding it hard to swallow. STUBBLEFIELD, MANCIN 33 McNEIL, EDDIE 18 C 06-JUL-1924 7-144 "Everybody has a great body now," she says. SMITH, A.C. 23 WILBORN, EMMA 19 C 17-NOV-1928 7-449 Behind me the door opens and a bell chimes and I compose myself. Close my eyes, breathe in deeply, remind myself about stopping in at the tanning salon after lunch, maybe Hermиs or- SMITH, PATRICIA A. 37 COURTNEY, NUBY G. 35 23-JUN-1985 17-95 "Must you be so militant about it?" she asks. "Yes," I say, looking furtively around the room. STEWART, LULER 27 STOCKER, SILAS 45 C 25-DEC-1927 7-375 SINGLETON, HENRY 23 CALDWELL, MATILDA 20 06-OCT-1914 6-14 "Madison," Price cries back. "We need your services." After a short pause she comments, "That's a nice suit. Henry Stuart?" Shyly, she repeats herself. "Haven't you ever wanted to make someone happy?" "I'm feeling, er, slightly mellow," he admits, drunkenly squeezing a lime onto the table, completely missing his beer mug. . "What are you fags talking about?" Price asks. He hands me the drink then sits down, crossing his legs. sabato 6 novembre 2004 a Scampia, quartiere a nord della città di Napoli, un agguato è costato la vita ad un venticinquenne invalido; "Even more of a reason." "Oh for Christ sakes, not fucking Preston," Price sighs. McDermott and I are supposed to have dinner tonight at 1500 and he calls me around six-thirty, forty minutes before our actual reservation (he couldn't get us in at any other time, except for six-ten or nine, which is when the restaurant closes - it serves Californian cuisine and its seating times are an affectation carried over from that state), and though I'm in the middle of flossing my teeth, all of my cordless phones lie by the sink in the bathroom and I'm able to pick the right one up on the second ring. So far I'm wearing black Armani trousers, a white Armani shirt, a red sad black Armani tie. McDermott lets me know that Hamlin wants to come with us. I'm hungry. There's a pause. per le sedute di martedì 23 novembre 2004 "Shut up, McDermott," Farrell says, snapping Craig's suspenders. "Date a beggar." SHINALL, W.H. 36 WALTERS, BERNICE 25 20-AUG-1928 7-434 (3-01849) "It is very cool, Bateman," Van Patten says guardedly, the jealous bastard, "but that's nothing… ." He pulls out his wallet and slaps a card next to an ashtray. "Look at this." SIMONS, GEO 26 RUSHING, (M) EMMA 25 15-JUL-1890 3-63 "No he wasn't," Evelyn says. In questo quadro di interventi vanno ora a collocarsi le misure di breve e medio periodo adottate con la riunione di martedì 9 novembre al Viminale. SIPES, MARY LAZETTE 16 HARRIS, VIRGIL LOUIS 19 05-APR-1974 16-61 "I bet Bono has a small dick," Owen says, staring out the tinted window. "Irish, you know." "I've been here the entire time," I say, dismissing her. "You just didn't see me." Back at my place I stand over Bethany's body, sipping a drink contemplatively, studying its condition. Both eyelids are open halfway and her lower teeth look as if they're jutting out since her lips have been torn - actually bitten - off. Earlier in the day I had sawed off her left arm, which is what finally killed her, and right now I pick it up, holding it by the bone that protrudes from where her hand used to be (I have no idea where it is now: the freezer? the closet?), clenching it in my fist like a pipe, flesh and muscle still clinging to it though a lot of it has been hacked or gnawed off, and I bring it down on her head. It takes very few blows, five or six at most, to smash her jaw open completely, and only two more for her face to cave in on itself. Corte dei conti, trasmissione di documentazione STRAIT, RUBY 19 MORRISON, M.A. 23 02-APR-1911 5-245 A hideous pause, then, "Patrick… Why aren't you looking at me?" "Delicious," I murmur, craning my neck, spotting someone, suddenly impressed. "Hey, you didn't tell me Laurence Tisch was invited to this party." "Oh Christ," I mutter. Now it's too late anyway. SPAKES, DON 20 SIPES, DOCIE 18 29-FEB-1924 7-129 SMITH, ALEC 22 TOLEFREE, VASHTIE 19 30-DEC-1906 4-462 SAELER, TERESA ANN 21 MATKIN, BILLY STEVEN 26 24-JUN-1989 17-357 SHELTON, OLLIE 18 REED, TOMIE 24 03-JUL-1925 7-221 durante l’impresa sono stati commessi reati che devono essere perseguiti, questa calamità ha finito con l’aggravare la situazione dell’agricoltura, già drammatica a causa delle precedenti crisi che da lungo tempo attanagliano il settore; SIMMONS, BOBBY JEWEL 20 KNOWLES, ANNA SUE 21 29-AUG-1950 12-75 "You know, guys, it's not beyond my capacity to drive a lead pipe repeatedly into a girl's vagina," I tell Van Patter and McDermott, then add, after a silence I mistake for shock, finally on their parts an acute perception of my cruelty, "but compassionately." individuazione per la holdingdi una denominazione non caratterizzata dall'attuale brandBanca di Roma; SPINKS, (Ms) L.E. 18 PARNELL, J.M. 29 26-AUG-1880 1-400 To which Evelyn replies, "You're so cultivated, Patrick." SLEDGE, HARRY 22 CHILDS, SARAH 18 28-DEC-1893 3-252 now the audience disappears and the music slows down, gets softer, and it's just Bono onstage - the stadium's deserted, the band fades away… SMITH, PARALEE 19 SOCIA, WILLIE 21 11-JUN-1918 6-232 Nell's '"That dude needs a facial real bad," I say. STUDDARD, WINSTON 21 VOILS, EDITH 19 30-AUG-1940 10-132 Lo Stato, dunque, a Napoli c’è. Il Ministro dell’interno e le forze dell’ordine fanno la loro parte e continueranno a farla, collaborando strettamente con le autorità e le istituzioni locali, sulla linea, che voglio ribadire con forza, della "sicurezza partecipata". Ma nessuno può pensare di affrontare e risolvere in termini di sicurezza e di ordine pubblico problemi che, invece, sono economici, sociali e civili. E nessuno può pretendere di trasformare capziosamente tali problemi in questioni di sicurezza e ordine pubblico, per scaricarli semplicemente sulle spalle del prefetto e del questore. Il Ministro delle politiche agricole e forestali con lettere in data 2 novembre 2004, ha trasmesso, ai sensi dell'articolo 30, penultimo comma, della legge 20 marzo 1975, n. 70, le relazioni concernenti l'attività svolta nel 2003 dai seguenti enti: Talking Heads "I'm leaving, Daniel," the girl says. "Did you hear me?" Kimball looks at his book, flips over a page and then, looking back at me, says, "Actually, yes." car Patrick thought he evaded in the alley careens toward the deli, red lights flashing, screeching to a halt right when Patrick trips over the curb, collapsing onto the sidewalk, at the same time reloading the magnum, hiding behind the corner, the terror he thought had passed engulfing him again, thinking: I have no idea what I've done to increase my chances of getting caught, I shot a saxophonist? a saxophonist? who was probably a mime too? for that I get this? and in the near distance he can hear other cars coming, lost in the maze of streets, the cops now, right here, don't bother with warnings anymore, they just start shooting and he returns their gunfire from his belly, getting a glimpse of both cops behind the open doors of the squad car, guns flashing like in a movie and this makes Patrick realize he's involved in an actual gunfight of sorts, that he's trying to dodge bullets, that the dream threatens to break, is gone, that he's not aiming carefully, just obliviously returning gunfire, lying there, w "One of the what? You mean the midgets." Confused, she asks, "Really? Who?" SMITH, THELMA 18 EVERLY, GEORGE 21 C 11-APR-1936 9-194 "With Robert Hall?" I ask, incredulous. "You might as well do it with Captain Lou Albano, for Christ sakes. I just don't get you. Bethany." "No. I'm not," I say. "Why should I?" "So what did Ed say?" Hamlin asks, interested. "No buts," Hamlin says, interrupting. "Bateman, are you telling me that you're gonna make it with Oprah Winfrey - hey, she's rich, she's powerful - or go down on Nell Carter - hey, she's got a show on Broadway, a great voice, residuals pouring in?" "An '85 Sauvignon blanc," he says. "Jordan. Two bottles." SMITH, LEODIS 21 PASKEL, DOROTHY 19 C 31-DEC-1955 12-605 "Yes sir?" the waiter asks, confused. "Oh gosh, this is so silly," he admits, chuckling. "Encumbrance of-?" I begin. "Mr. Owen says it's okay," I say. "Maybe you're not listening." la zona orientale nei prossimi mesi sarà interessata da una serie di interventi sia pubblici che privati, miranti a riqualificare il territorio, come tali potenzialmente oggetto di criminalità organizzata, "Anyway," I mention, "nice babe." SPARKS, AUDRA 18 LUM, BERTON 21 03-JUL-1932 8-389 "It's very good," I say, nodding. STROBIE, EDWARD ADOLPH 21 MILLER, MARTHA SUE 16 08-MAY-1956 12-615 He points at some guy wearing a shawl-collar, single-breasted wool tuxedo, a cotton shirt with a bow tie, all by Pierre Cardin, who stands near the bar, directly beneath the chandelier, holding a glass of champagne, inspecting his nails. Owen pulls out a cigar, then asks for a light. I'm bored so I go for the bar without excusing myself to ask the hardbody I want to cut up for some matches. The Chandelier Room is packed and everyone looks familiar, everyone looks the same. Cigar smoke hangs heavy, floating in midair, and the music, INXS again, is louder than ever, but building toward what? I touch my brow by mistake and my fingers come back wet. At the bar I pick up some matches. On my way back through the crowd I bump into McDermott and Van Patten, who start begging me for more drink tickets. I hand them the rest of the tickets knowing that they are no longer valid, but we're crushed together in the middle of the room and the drink tickets don't offer enough incentive for them to make the trek to the bar. "Texas," I say quickly. "He's out of town in Phoenix, I mean." SCHOONOVER, C.A. 38 REED, KATTIE 20-JAN-1900 3-580 We wait for a sign and then the voice in the next stall finally lisps, "It's okay with me…" STRUM, LINDA 22 TUBBS, O.J. 30 21-MAR-1963 14-123 quali iniziative si intenda assumere per garantire una migliore sinergia tra l’azione delle forze dell’ordine e quella della magistratura; SIMS, C.V. 21 VANCE, EMMA JEAN 18 06-JUL-1942 10-364 She thinks about it for a long time and then, sensing her time is running out, timidly asks, trying to impress me, "What about… Dorsia?" Soon it's Christie's turn and Elizabeth eagerly straps on the dildo and fucks Christie's cunt with it while I spread Elizabeth's asshole and tongue it and soon she pushes me away and starts fingering herself desperately. Then Christie puts the dildo on again and she fucks Elizabeth in the ass with it while Elizabeth fingers her clit, bucking her ass up against the dildo, grunting, until she has another orgasm. After pulling the dildo from her ass I make Elizabeth suck on it before she straps it on again and while Christie lies on her back Elizabeth pushes it easily into her cunt. During this I lick Christie's tits and suck hard on each nipple until both of them are red and stiff. I keep fingering them to make sure they stay that way. During this Christie has kept on a pair of thigh-high suede boots from Henri Bendel that I've made her wear. "I-am-at-Kaktus," she hisses. STONE, (M) LILLIE 25 HOOVER, L.F. 22 23-DEC-1910 5-226 SLEDGE, ESTHER 20 BREWER, JOE 48 C 01-SEP-1923 7-102 STANLEY, WILLIAM DENTON 21 TUCKER, NETTIE LEE 20 23-MAR-1973 15-626 STUCKER, WILLIAM D. 23 WOLFE, CATHERN 19 19-NOV-1953 12-487 "Get up," I mutter, standing there. "Get up." Quando lei è stato a Napoli, signor Ministro, il giorno della sua visita e degli incontri che si sono svolti, pur essendosi verificato un ulteriore omicidio, Napoli era visibilmente presidiata dallo Stato ed era una città che invogliava il cittadino, vittima o spettatore di un sopruso, a denunciare. Era una città nella quale poteva scattare quella molla, anche da lei indicata, della collaborazione attiva della cittadinanza. Il giorno dopo, Napoli era tornata alla normalità, all’assuefazione, alla piccola illegalità diffusa. SHELBY, REX 21 ADAIR, BETTY 18 19-JUL-1958 13-104 SADLER, CLAUDIA LUCILE 19 CASH, AUBERT B. 20 03-OCT-1920 6-389 SPARKS, NELLIE 29 PARROTT, N.T. 45 02-OCT-1912 5-332 It sounds slightly less noisy than a packed football stadium and it takes every ounce of courage I can muster to stay on the line and not hang up. I'm on hold for five minutes, my palm sweaty, sore from clenching the cordless phone so tightly, a fraction of me realizing the futility of this effort, another part hopeful, another fraction pissed off that I didn't make the reservations earlier or get Jean to. The voice comes back on the lire and says grufliy, "Dorsia." SCOTT, MAGGIE 17 MASSEY, J.W. 24 23-DEC-1905 4-374 "He was there last night." "Yeah, Bateman," McDermott says. "Cheer up." SARTAIN, JANA S. 25 BEARDEN, CLARENCE N. 57 22-JUL-1988 17-305 STRAHAN, EMILY L. 17 PATTERSON, R.A. 30 20-MAR-1892 3-164 "What else?" I ask. "Guys just cannot get it." STUDDARD, BEN Jr 34 FERGUSON, (M) VIRGINIA SUE 21 05-NOV-1959 13-234 STOVER, CHARLES RUPURD 33 NEAL, JOYCE LEAVERN 21 14-OCT-1960 13-318 STEWART, MAGGIE 84 McGRIFF, CHARLIE 83 10-MAY-1973 15-640 SAWYER, CHRISTEEN 22 CUBA, HENDERSON 24 C 01-APR-1950 12-39 I spend all day thinking about what kind of table my brother Sean and I will be seated at tonight in the Quilted Giraffe. Since it's his birthday and he happens to be in the city, my father's accountant, Charles Conroy, and the trustee of his estate, Nicholas Leigh, both called last week and mutually suggested that it would be in everyone's best interest to use this date as an excuse to find out what Sean's doing with. his life and perhaps to ask a pertinent question or two. And tough both of these men know I despise Sean, and that the feeling is unambiguously reciprocated, it would be a good idea to get him to come to dinner, and as a lure, as bait in case he refuses, by mentioning, not lightly, that something bad has happened. I was on a conference call to Conroy and Leigh last Wednesday afternoon. SULLIVAN, DELLA 17 LYBRAND, J.W. 24 05-DEC-1903 4-252 A sharp pain near my liver overcomes the surge of emotion and I sit up in my chair, startled, confused, and the waiter leaves and then Anne asks if we've seen the recent David Onica exhibit and I'm feeling calmer. "It's not defined by the FDA," I tell her. "It has no chemicals or salts or sugars or caffeine." "No," Libby says. "It's champagne." She points, then says to Caron, "Right?" STOTLER, GARY LYNN 34 CROFFORD, SUSAN 38 24-MAY-1992 17-542 "Read it," I urge enthusiastically. And then everyone, the audience, the band, reappears and the music slowly swells up and Bono turns away and I'm left tingling, my face flushed, an aching erection pulsing against my thigh, my hands clenched in fists of tension. But suddenly everything stops, as if a switch has been turned off, the backdrop flashes back to white. Bono is on the other side of the stage now and everything, the feeling in my heart, the sensation combing my brain, vanishes and now more than ever I need to know about the Fisher account that Owen is handling and this information seems vital, more pertinent than the bond I feel I have with Bono, who is now dissolving and remote. I turn to Paul Owen. streetlamp's glare, my shadow is vividly cast on the wet pavement and I can see my gloved hands moving, alternately clutching themselves into fists, fingers stretching, wriggling, and I have to stop in the middle of Sixty-seventh Street to calm myself down, whisper soothing thoughts, anticipating D'Agostino's, a reservation at Dorsia, the new Mike and the Mechanics CD, and it takes an awesome amount of strength to fight down the urge to start slapping myself in the face. SPAKE, JESSE 19 RAWLS, LONIE 22 13-NOV-1901 4-99 "Yes?" she answers. SKINNER, THOS 23 WASHINGTON, CHARITY 22 14-FEB-1895 3-316 se sia vero che gli Uffici di presidio dell'Ente sono ridotti soltanto a due: quello della stazione centrale, spesso a corto di materiale illustrativo, che dispone soltanto di due impiegati turnanti mentre in sede sostano decine di persone non meglio identificate, e l'ufficio di Mergellina, aperto solo a tratti; la chiusura dello stabilimento di San Marco Evangelista aggraverebbe in maniera profonda la crisi economica ed occupazionale della provincia di Caserta, I whirl around back to Owen. STUNSON, NOLA 15 DURHAM, THOMAS 24 03-OCT-1906 4-437 SEYMORE, AGNES BELLE 21 ELAM, KING A. 22 09-SEP-1908 5-92 SLEDGE, GEORGE 25 DUNLAP, MARY 19 13-APR-1918 6-226 "Well, Patrick," Bethany says, clearing her throat, trying to smile, handing the paper back to me. "…snapper pizza… red snapper pizza…" Then McDermott slams his hand on the table, rocking it. "Goddamnit, isn't anybody listening to me?" SCALES, FRANK 32 BARNETT, (M) CORA 28 02-FEB-1920 6-344 STUBBLEFIELD, JOHN 22 SCOTT, SOPHRONA 23 25-NOV-1922 7-48 "It was…surprising." He shrugs too. "It was… depressing." "Is that Donald Trump's car?" I ask, looking over at the limousine stuck next to us in gridlock. SPARKS, ROBBIE 18 NORMAN, OTTIE 18 24-DEC-1920 6-404 Lei sa, naturalmente, che gli esercizi commerciali a Napoli sono circa 35.000; e sa anche che, a quanto si dice, sono quasi tutti sotto pizzo. Il pizzo si fa per strade, per quartieri; 400 denunce sono un paio di strade del centro storico, non di più, quindi stiamo toccando in modo del tutto epidermico il fenomeno. Non sono quelle statistiche che possono negare ci sia una crescente gravità della situazione. STATEN, ARET 37 SMITH, DAISEY BELLE 21 C 13-NOV-1943 10-522 "What?" I panic, immediately touching my hair. "Too much mousse? You don't like the Kingsmen?" SMITH, KERVIN 18 CRANFORD, MARY LEE 19 C 08-SEP-1973 16-16 "Oh come on, man," I say. Nel mese di giugno ci sono stati in Campania tredici feriti ed otto morti; nel mese di luglio tredici feriti e dodici morti; nel mese di agosto otto feriti ed otto morti; nel mese di settembre undici feriti e diciotto morti; nel mese di ottobre nove feriti e sette morti; nel mese di novembre, fino al giorno 11, undici feriti ed otto morti. Bret Easton Ellis Questions are routinely thrown my way, among them: Are the rules for wearing a pocket square the same as for a white dinner jacket? Is there any difference at all between boat shoes and Top-Siders? My futon has already flattened out and it's uncomfortable to sleep on - what can I do? How does one judge the quality of compact discs before buying them? What tie knot is less bulky than a Windsor? How can one maintain a sweater's elasticity? Any tips on buying a shearling coat? I am, of course, thinking about other things, asking myself my own questions: Am I a fitness junkie? Man vs. Conformity? Can I get a date with Cindy Crawford? Does being a Libra signify anything and if so, can you prove it? Today I was obsessed with the idea of faxing Sarah's blood I drained from her vagina over to her office in the mergers division at Chase Manhattan, and I didn't work out this morning because I'd made a necklace from the bones of some girl's vertebrae and wanted to stay home and wear it around my neck while I masturbated "Do you have any peyote?" I ask. "I said, what in the fuck are you doing with Robert Hall?" I whisper. STOCKER, THORNTON 22 RICHMOND, TILDIE 18 C 29-FEB-1924 7-126 a mantenere ai suddetti lavoratori i trattamenti economici, previdenziali, assistenziali e normativi attualmente goduti e ad applicare il contratto collettivo nazionale di lavoro del credito; "Hmmm," I say. SUTTON, BESSIE MAE 19 FRYE, JAMES F. 23 C 26-JUN-1946 11-217 nomina nel consiglio di amministrazione della holding di un componente designato dal Presidente della Regione; "He took them away because the portions are so small he probably thought we were finished," Price says tiredly. SEGREST, SELIE 18 RUCKER, AMON 28 C 24-MAY-1942 10-345 STRICKLAND, JOHN 22 EVANS, LIZZIE 18 08-SEP-1898 3-501 "Would you like to see my apartment?" I ask, flipping the light on inside the back of the limo so she can see my face, the tuxedo I'm wearing. She looks at the limousine, then at me, then back at the limo. I reach into my gazelleskin wallet. The waiter smiles, confused. "You've always been interested in stuff like that, Bateman," Reeves says, and then to Hamlin, "Bateman reads these biographies all the time: Ted Bundy and Son of Sam and Fatal Vision and Charlie Manson. All of them." I check my Rolex while I'm buying scruffing lotion at the Clinique counter, still in Bergdorf's, to make sure I have enough time to shop some more before I have to meet Tim Severt for drinks at the Princeton Club at seven. I worked out this morning for two hours before the office and though I could have used this time for a massage (since my muscles are sore from the exhausting exercise regimen I'm now on) or a facial, even though I had one yesterday, there are just too many cocktail parties in the upcoming weeks that I have to attend and my presence at them will put a crimp in my shopping schedule so it's best if I get the shopping out of the way now. I run into Bradley Simpson from P & P outside F.A.O. Schwarz and he's wearing a glen-plaid worsted wool suit with notched lapels by Perry Ellis, a cotton broadcloth shirt by Gitman Brothers, a silk tie by Savoy, a chronograph with a crocodileskin band by Breil, a cotton raincoat by Paul Smith and a fur felt hat by Paul Stuart. After he says, "Hey Davis," I inex "It says…" She pauses then squints at it closely, rereading it. "It says, The fresh grilled joie gras at Le Cirque is excellent but the lobster salad is only so-so." SCOTT, ROBERDIA 30 BROWN, OLIVER 48 C 30-DEC-1945 11-129 She stops, refusing to be pulled along, and then she starts smiling, considering my offer but only slightly won over. "Please," he says, grabbing for my wrist. "I don't know what to do. I'm so cold." "How the hell does Cindy know we're having dinner at Kaktus?" I demand. PADOVA, 30 gennaio 2004 "Just a joke," I say, then, "Listen, I want to watch David Letterman so. . ." I pause, unsure as to why I'm lingering. "I should go." sed as one. SMITH, TOLIVER 63 MARKS, HATTIE 35 C 04-NOV-1944 11-7 Sento, però, di dover sottolineare alcune cose. È vero, occorre certamente che si agisca nella massima unità possibile di intenti, tutti insieme, centro-destra e centro-sinistra, istituzioni nazionali e istituzioni locali, ma arrivare ad indicare le soluzioni del problema postula, di necessità, che non già in una mera logica di contrapposizione politica, bensì in una dimensione di corretta e puntigliosa disamina dei fatti, si indichino le singole sfere di competenze per verificare chi ha fatto o non ha fatto tutto intero il suo dovere. "Yes." I smile, turned on by her unawareness of just how close to peril she really is. McDermott's eyes are glazed over and he's waving a dollar bill in front of the woman's face and she starts sobbing, pathetically trying to grab at it, but of course, typically, he doesn't give it to her. Instead he ignites the bill with matches from Canal Bar and relights the half-smoked cigar clenched between his straight white teeth - probably caps, the jerk. "So it's nothing that official," he confides. "I just have some basic questions. About Paul Owen. About yourself-" "Okay. Would you like to hear the specials?" he asks. Sex happens - a hard-core montage. After I shave Torri's pussy she lies on her back on Paul's futon and spreads her legs while I finger her and suck it off, sometimes licking her asshole. Then Tiffany sucks my cock - her tongue is hot and wet and she keeps flicking it over the head, irritating me - while I call her a nasty whore, a bitch. Fucking one of them with a condom while the other sucks my balls, lapping at them, I stare at the Angelic silk-screen print hanging over the bed and I'm thinking about pools of blood, geysers of the stuff. Sometimes it's very quiet in the room except for the wet sounds my cock makes slipping in and out of one of the girls' vaginas. Tiffany and I take turns eating Torri's hairless cunt and asshole. The two of them come, yelling simultaneously, in a sixty-nine position. Once their cunts are wet enough I bring out a dildo and let the two of them play with it. Torri spreads her legs and fingers her own slit while Tiffany fucks her with the huge, greased dildo, Torri urging Tiffa SHIELDS, JEFF 22 MARKS, BLANCHE 21 C 20-FEB-1932 8-365 SOCIA, WILLIE 21 SMITH, PARALEE 19 11-JUN-1918 6-232 I put on a Ralph Lauren robe and walk back into the bedroom, start to dress. Courtney is smoking a cigarette, watching Late Night with David Letterman, the sound turned down low. "Oh shit," I say. "Don't remind us." Presidenza del presidente PERA "Luis is a despicable twit," she gasps, trying to push me out of her. I move over to the kitchen and bring the cordless phone to her, pulling up its antenna. She dials a number and, while waiting for someone to answer, stares at Christie. "Where do you summer?" she asks. "Southampton?" "You sure?" the guard asks. "Just… say… no." I nod, pushing her out and slamming the door. "I have a bottle of Pouilly-Fuissй, chilled, huh?" I say, arching my eyebrows. "Uh, Evelyn," I say, then curse under my breath as she turns her back toward me so I can clasp it around her neck. The limousine lurches forward and she falls against me, laughing. then kisses my cheek. "It's lovely, oh I love it… Oops, must have true breath. Sorry, honey. Find me some champagne and pour me a glass." I laugh too, though I'm not sure why. "Where was Marcus?" I'm almost giggling. "Heineken, Budweiser, Amstel light," he recites. A pair of Threshold monoblock amplifiers that cost close to $15,000 are also delivered. And for the bedroom, a bleached oak cupboard to store one of the new televisions arrives on Monday. A tailored cotton-upholstered sofa framed by eighteenth-century Italian bronze and marble busts on contemporary painted wood pedestals arrives on Tuesday. A new bed headboard (white cotton covered with beige brass nail trim) also arrives on Tuesday. A new Frank Stella print for the bathroom arrives on Wednesday along with a new Superdeluxe black suede armchair. The Onica, which I'm selling, is being replaced by a new one: a huge portrait of a graphic equalizer done in chrome and pastels. SAUNDERS, NANCY C. 15 MAY, JESSEE 26 04-OCT-1891 3-135 Faccio solo un esempio, e mi rivolgo serenamente ai colleghi. La mia città godeva del reddito minimo di inserimento, era inclusa fra i Comuni italiani che potevano usufruire di questa misura, che copriva 20.000 famiglie. Ebbene, il Governo cosa fa? Prima la sospende, poi la abolisce. Quindi, destina - sono gli atti parlamentari che parlano - al Fondo nazionale per le politiche sociali, già insufficiente rispetto alle esigenze, 2 miliardi di vecchie lire del contributo sulle pensioni più alte per cofinanziare, in modo del tutto insufficiente, eventuali redditi di cittadinanza o altrimenti denominati (il Governo l’ha voluto chiamare reddito di ultima istanza). SMART, LOTTIE 18 CAMERON, FRANK 21 02-FEB-1910 5-176 "Bah humbug," I sigh, staring over at Courtney. SMITH, AMY W. 28 AMIS, LEWIS Jr 31 13-SEP-1896 3-400 "Honey?" she asks. STEWART, BILLY GENE 23 HARPER, SHIRLEY ANNETTE 18 22-JAN-1954 12-498 "How about just the check," Van Patten says. STEPHENS, CHAS 22 McCULLOM, EMMA 18 22-AUG-1902 4-152 to il supermercato senza comunque aver arrecato alcun danno. Se oggi noi - dobbiamo dircele queste cose - assistiamo ad interi quartieri sommersi dalla illegalità, annegati in una palude di violazione sistematica di tutte le regole, anche le minimali, che costituisce il brodo di coltura di tutte le forme di criminalità, dobbiamo chiederci perché ciò è successo. I mulled over this tactic, then said, "He might not care." Another long pause and I fearfully ask the next question. "Well, are you seeing anyone?" STUBBLEFIELD, F.D. 54 RILEY, MAGGIE 39 C 21-MAY-1960 13-272 "Jeez, Evelyn," I say, stuck. "I don't know." STOVER, ELOISE 30 HARDWICK, GEORGE 37 17-FEB-1962 13-518 "Yes darling?" Rat SIMPSON, CHARLES BOOKER 25 SIMPSON, (M) MARY ETTA 23 01-OCT-1962 14-48 SMITH, TOLIVER 21 JENKINS, PATIENCE 18 30-DEC-1901 4-142 SMITH, EDNA 23 REYBURN, C.S. 24 11-JUL-1909 5-137 PISANU, ministro dell'interno. Dopo una ricostruzione dei fatti verificatisi a Roma il 6 novembre scorso, ricorda che l'intervento delle forze dell'ordine (che ha certamente impedito reati ancora più gravi) è stato diretto a tutelare l'incolumità dei lavoratori e dei cittadini presenti negli esercizi commerciali, preoccupazione che ha reso impossibile l'effettuazione di arresti in flagranza. Le indagini hanno tuttavia condotto all'identificazione di 80 persone ed i relativi atti sono stati trasmessi all'autorità giudiziaria, mentre per il futuro è stata data disposizione alle Forze dell'ordine che, ove tecnicamente possibile, si proceda all'arresto in flagranza di reato. L'episodio verificatosi presso il supermercato Panorama, pur rievocando gli "espropri proletari" degli anni ‘70, ha assunto modalità diverse in quanto gli autori hanno agito a viso scoperto e cercando di ottenere con la proprietà aziendale riduzioni del prezzo delle merci, nel quadro di una asserita campagna di mobilitazione politica sul pegg "Okay. Where do you…" I stop for a moment, stuck, then, "summer?" SMITH, JOHN 22 GRAY, (M) EMMA 27 14-DEC-1923 7-112 "That's not Morrison," Price says. "How… gentrifying of you, McDermott," I tell him. "Hi. Pat Bateman." I take it, squeezing it firmly. "Nice to meet you." La seduta inizia alle ore 16,04. SELMAN, JEFF 20 MOSLEY, BEATRICE 18 18-JAN-1925 7-186 "Listen, it works," he insists. "They're so shocked they shut up." SNYDER, AUTREY 25 WELLS, E.L. 45 C 23-DEC-1928 7-457 SALLEE, E.E. 21 WOODALL, SALLIE 19 22-JUN-1919 6-288 "Okay, okay," I shout before clicking back to the other line. STRINGFELLOW, NANCY 18 GLOVER, W.H. 27 10-APR-1890 3-56 STOVER, CLAUDE 24 RHOADES, VERSA 16 23-DEC-1923 7-117 SHALER, WILL 23 MORRISON, ELLA 18 25-MAY-1901 4-71 S STEVENS, REASON 22 BARNETT, VERSIE 18 C 13-JUL-1941 10-244 Potrei citare molti esempi, mi limiterò ad un fatto banale, e cioè che gli epiteti esornativi che designano la mia città sono tutti declinati al superlativo: Napoli nobilissima, Napoli fedelissima, Napoli disgraziatissima. Io invece penso che Napoli debba ritrovare il gusto e la forza dell’ordinario, della normalità, la quale, se non sbaglio, deriva da "norma", cioè da legge. The maоtre d' is glaring over at us, at me, from across the room as he leads the couple toward our table. If the couple had been short, dumpy, excessively Jewish, I could've kept this table, even without the aid of a fifty, but this couple looks like they've just strolled out of a Ralph Lauren ad, and though Jean and I do too (and so does the rest of the whole goddamn restaurant), the man is wearing a tuxedo and the girl - a totally fuckable babe - is covered with jewels. This is reality, and as my loathsome brother Sean would say, I have to deal with it. The maоtre d' now stands at the table, hands clasped behind his balk, unamused, and after a long pause asks, "Mr. and Mrs… Schrawtz?" On a Friday evening, a group of us have left the office early, finding ourselves at Harry's. Group consists of Tim Price, Craig McDermott, myself, Preston Goodrich, who is currently dating a total hardbody named, I think, Plum - no last name, just Plum, an actress/model, which I have a feeling we all think is pretty hip. We're having a debate over where to make reservations for dinner: Flamingo East, Oyster Bar, 220, Counterlife, Michael's, SpagoEast, Le Cirque. Robert Farrell is here too, the Lotus Quotrek, a portable stock-quotation device, in front of him on the table, and he's pushing buttons while the latest commodities flash by. What are people wearing? McDermott has on a cashmere sport coat, wool trousers, a silk tie, Hermиs. Farrell is wearing a cashmere vest, leather shoes, wool cavalry twill trousers, Garrick Anderson. I'm wearing a wool suit by Armani, shoes by Allen-Edmonds, pocket square by Brooks Brothers. Someone else has on a suit tailored by Anderson and Sheppard. Someone who looks like Si tratta, in sintesi, di 24 progetti per Napoli e provincia, 8 dei quali già realizzati, 10 in corso di realizzazione, 2 da attivare, 4 in elaborazione. A questi si aggiungeranno altri 8 interventi di sistema nell’ambito di quelli riservati alle Regioni dell'Obiettivo 1. Tutte queste iniziative sono rivolte al potenziamento tecnologico delle forze di polizia e alla formazione del personale e inoltre alla riduzione dei tempi di funzionamento della giustizia e alla diffusione della cultura della legalità. L'impiego di tecnologie avanzate agevola il controllo del territorio e consente la migliore utilizzazione delle risorse umane. SMITH, (M) HENRIETTA C. 27 STRAIT, W. JENNINGS 39 19-JUL-1937 9-351 PRESIDENTE. Saranno svolte per prime le interrogazioni 3-01810, 3-01827 (già 4-07640), 3-01834, 3-01837 e 3-01840 sugli incidenti causati dai cosiddetti "disobbedienti" a Roma il 6 novembre 2004. Later. Dorsia, nine-thirty: Sean is half an hour late. The maоtre d' refuses to seat me until my brother arrives. My worst fear - a reality. A prime booth across from the bar sits there, empty, waiting for Sean to grace it with his presence. My rage is controlled, barely, by a Xanax and an Absolut on the rocks. While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, weblike crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No… one… would… care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here. In fact one of them, my brother, Sean, is sitting in the booth he reserved when I come out of the men's room after I've phoned the apartment and checked for messages STANLEY, BRENDA 18 ROAM, RICHARD 21 18-FEB-1962 13-519 I'm talking to the delivery guys from Park Avenue Sound Shop about HDTV, which isn't available yet, when one of the new black AT&T cordless phones rings. I tip them, then answer it. My lawyer, Ronald, is on the other end. I'm listening to him, nodding, showing the delivery guys out of the apartment. Then I say, "The bill is three hundred dollars, Ronald. We only had coffee." A long pause, during which I hear a bizarre sloshing sound coming from the bathroom. Walking cautiously toward it, cordless phone still in hand, I tell Ronald, "But yes… Wait… But I am… But we only had espresso." Then I'm peering into the bathroom. A long pause. The camera cuts to a close-up of a stunned housewife shaking her head, another housewife whispering something to her. "I'm not at all happy about this," I say. "How about meeting us at Zeus Bar at nine-thirty?" I suggest. "No, I'm okay," he says again, opening a small black notebook he's taken out of his pocket along with a gold Cross pen. Instead he looks down at my wrists and for a moment wavers, as if he's undecided about something, and then he lowers 'his head and… kisses my left wrist, and when he looks back up at me, shyly, it's with an expression that's… loving and only part awkward. His right hand reaches up and tenderly touches the side of my face. I stand there, frozen, my arms still stretched out in front of me, fingers still circled around Luis's throat. SHELTON, JESSE 19 THOMPSON, LYDA 18 08-FEB-1925 7-192 "Away!" he shouts. "How about sightseeing?" I ask disinterestedly, concentrating on the blackened chilies, the yellowish marmalade circling the plate in an artful octagon, cilantro leaves circling the marmalade, chili seeds circling the cilantro leaves. "Hello?" Taylor wakes up, blinking. "I'm here." STEADMAN, RUTHA 18 GUESS, J.E. 23 19-NOV-1903 4-238 PRESIDENTE. Comunica che l'interrogazione 3-01833 del senatore Peruzzotti è stata trasformata nell'interrogazione con richiesta di risposta scritta 4-07717. Lo svolgimento delle interrogazioni è pertanto esaurito. "She looks exactly like this girl who works in the Georgette Klinger section of Bloomingdale's," Van Patten says. "Call her over." for reasons that are a little clearer. I place a hand over the top of the champagne flute when the apprehensive waitress, at Evelyn's request, attempts to add some blueberry crisis into my Cristal. STEWART, DERMA 19 VINSON, JEFF D. 25 21-DEC-1890 3-91 STURGIS, HOLLIE 18 MITCHELL, W.W. Jr 22 22-OCT-1911 5-272 "Your hairline looks like it's receding," she murmurs. Ebbene, perché cominciamo a invocare l’istituzione di un Alto commissario per la lotta alla camorra a Napoli? Perché vi sono taluni poteri sostitutivi, previsti dalla Costituzione, che a questo punto forse bisogna cominciare a porsi il problema di dover attivare. BATTISTI (Mar-DL-U). Signor Presidente, un’ultima annotazione e concludo. "Wanna bet?" I turn back to the booth. Behind us, a table of Eurotrash hardbodies that suspiciously resemble Brazilian transvestites shriek in unison. Let's see… Saturday night I'm going to a Mets game with Jeff Harding and Leonard Davis. I'm renting Rambo movies on Sunday. The new Lifecycle will be delivered on Monday… I stare at the three models for an agonizing amount of time, minutes, before saying anything, noticing that someone has ordered a plate of papaya slices and someone else a plate of asparagus, though both remain untouched. Daisy carefully looks me over, then aims her mouth in my direction and blows smoke toward my head, exhaling, and it floats over my hair, missing my eyes, which are protected anyway by the Oliver Peoples nonprescription redwood-framed glasses I've been wearing most of the night. Another one, Libby, the bimbo with jet lag, is trying to figure out how to unfold her napkin. My frustration level is surprisingly low, because things could be worse. After all, these could be English girls. We cou "So listen," I say, trying to focus in on her, "what do you really want to do with your life?" Then, remembering how she was droning on about a career in merchant banking, I add, "Just briefly, you know, summarize." Then I add, "And don't tell me you enjoy working with children, okay?" STONE, JAMES 24 TUCKER, MARY 25 22-SEP-1901 4-89 si chiede di sapere: SMITH, MAX M. 25 MORRISON, HAZEL 27 24-DEC-1934 9-42 SEGEREST, (M) ALICE 40 POPLAR, ANDER 43 C 27-OCT-1940 10-149 "Affirmative." Price nods, but grudgingly. "Okay," she says, composing herself. "Bye." I locate the bottle and stand it on the counter and, before finding a wine opener, stare at her blankly from across the room. "Yes? Is this a sarcastic comment?" "Jesus, Patrick," she says, searching my face, genuinely upset. "I thought you and Robert were friends." "I know enough," she says, her initial response, but then she shakes her head. "Oh let's just drop this. I made a mistake. I'm sorry." In the next instant she changes her mind. "I want to know more," she says, gravely. "Not even if Luis doesn't come?" he asks. "He said…" She laughs. "He said you gave him bad vibes." "You didn't even recognize him earlier tonight," she says. '"The Death of Downtown," he says; then, pointing at each word in the headline, "Who-gives-a-rat's-ass?" "Patrick," he says. "I love you very much. I hope you realize this." ancora una volta siamo costretti a registrare il progressivo degrado delle condizioni di sicurezza nell’aera napoletana, STOCKER, MARY 18 McBRIDE, JESSIE 30 25-DEC-1910 5-233 "He's going out with me, Mr. Bateman." STRAIT, HATTIE ROBERTA 17 WRIGHT, JOSEPH L. 23 18-DEC-1919 6-325 "I want one anyway." I sigh again. "The Grinch wants a car stereo anyway." "Yes?" She's grinning, waiting. SMITH, NOEL 21 CHESHIRE, TRUCIA 20 27-OCT-1925 7-239 I pause before asking, "Do you have cable?" "Yes. Cecelia," he says. I listen, silent, squirming in my seat. "So where to?" McDermott asks. SCROGGINS, JERRY LEON 29 STROTHER, SHERRI B. 29 29-JUN-1991 17-486 McDermott quietly says, "I don't think they're brittle." SMITH, GLEN 25 MARKS, GERTRUDE 18 C 02-MAY-1937 9-332 The rest of the album whizzes by flawlessly - side two opens with their most searing statement yet: "Walking on a Thin Line," and no one, not even Bruce Springsteen, has written as devastatingly about the plight of the Vietnam vet in modern society. This song, though written by outsiders, shows a social awareness that was new to the band and proved to anyone who ever doubted it that the band, apart from its blues background, had a heart. And again in "Finally Found a Home" the band proclaims its newfound sophistication with this paean to growing up. And though at the same time it's about shedding their rebel image, it's also about how they "found themselves" in the passion and energy of rock 'n' roll. In fact the song works on so many levels it's almost too complex for the album to carry, though it never loses its beat and it still has Sean Hopper's ringing keyboards, which make it danceable. "If This Is It" is the album's one ballad, but it's not downbeat. It's a plea for a lover to tell another lover if the "Hello, Sean? What's going on?" I'm asking. SMITH, CALIP 30 ATKINSON, FRANCES 25 13-NOV-1935 9-132 STRINGFELLOW, WILLEY 20 POWERS, ANDREW 24 24-JUL-1873 A1-2 Dall'insieme delle interrogazioni alle quali lei ha risposto emerge che da molti mesi i parlamentari che rappresentano il territorio napoletano avevano segnalato una situazione di crescente gravità. Lei ci ha dato qui delle statistiche, con qualche pizzico di trionfalismo, devo dire. Ci viene a dire che sono ben 400 le denunce per le estorsioni. I pause, staring at him, before asking, "Are you, uh, like, shitting me, McDermott?" SMITH, IOLA 40 DILWORTH, ELBERT 41 C 31-MAY-1941 10-220 "Well, guys, do we want margaritas?" Van Patten asks. "Or no margaritas?" Qui occorre serenamente uno sforzo congiunto, a tutti i livelli istituzionali, nessuno escluso, compreso naturalmente quello giudiziario. Ovviamente occorre agire anche a livello sociale, perché la lotta alla criminalità sia condivisa da tutti. Occorrono però anche scelte di politica economica. Signor Ministro, lei sa bene che per le cooperative di Napoli e di Palermo - guarda caso - lo stanziamento è iscritto nel bilancio del suo Ministero e non in quello del lavoro; evidentemente, è stato considerato un problema di ordine pubblico. SARGENT, JOHN HENRY 21 JACKSON, CLOTE 18 04-OCT-1943 10-505 "The clients were total hicks, predictably," Luis is saying. "They wanted to take me to a local production of Les Miz, which I already saw in London, but-" "And he says… My mind's a blank." knife up and push the tip of it into the socket, first breaking its protective film so the socket fills with blood, then slitting the eyeball open sideways, and he finally starts screaming once I slit his nose in two, lightly spraying me and the dog with blood, Gizmo blinking to get the blood out of his eyes. I quickly wipe the blade clean across the bum's face, breaking open the muscle above his cheek. Still kneeling, I throw a quarter in his face, which is slick and shiny with blood, both sockets hollowed out and filled with gore, what's left of his eyes literally oozing over his screaming lips in thick, webby strands. Calmly, I whisper, "There's a quarter. Go buy some gum, you crazy fucking nigger." Then I turn to the barking dog and when I get up, stomp on its front legs while it's crouched down ready to jump at me, its fangs bared, immediately shattering the bones in both its legs, and it falls on its side squealing in pain, front paws sticking up in the air at an obscene, satisfying angle. I can't help not sit in the same row in court with Janet. When I look over toward you there she sits contemplating me with her mad eyes like a deranged seagull studying a clam… I can feel her spreading hot sauce on me already…' " "Oh," she says. SYLVESTER, ROSE JANE 20 HASKINS, JOHN LEWIS 21 13-DEC-1924 7-176 "You do," McDermott says. "Well, we broke up." I smile. "You're eating my sorbet?" I point at the dish. SMITH, J.F. 27 LAWBUGH, SARAH E. 24 22-MAR-1926 7-272 "Next time I'd prefer them a bit longer, Jeannie," I warn her. La seduta termina alle ore 18,25. A multidisc CD player by Sony, the MDP-700, which spins both audios and videos - anything from three-inch digital audio singles to twelve-inch video discs. It contains a still-frame slow-motion multispeed visual/audio laser that incorporates four-times-over sampling and a dual-motor system that helps ensure consistent disc rotation while the disc-protect system helps prevent the discs from warping. An automatic music sensor system lets you make up to ninety-nine track selections while an auto chapter search allows you to scan up to seventy-nine segments of a video disc. Included is a ten-key remote control joy-shuttle dial (for frame-by-frame search) and a memory stop. This also has two sets of gold-plated A-V jacks for topnotch connections. "I think I would like to stop here," I manage to croak out. tutela dei livelli occupazionali, salvaguardia e valorizzazione delle professionalità esistenti all'interno del Banco di Sicilia e partecipate, ivi comprese quelle del centro elettronico le cui risorse continueranno ad operare a Palermo, anche nel caso di trasferimenti infragruppo; SANDERS, J.M. 58 SINKS, MABEL 26 28-JUL-1918 6-238 "No, you come on," I say, walking in front of her for a little while so she won't sense any aggressiveness on my part. "Listen, come by for a drink and then we'll walk over to Dorsia and I'll meet Robert, okay?" I turn around, still walking, but backward now. "Please?" STOCKS, WESLEY Jr 19 OWEN, PATSY 17 23-JUL-1970 15-378 can't tell what I'm doing with them but it's making wet snapping sounds and my hands are hot and covered with something. Stunned by Price's remarks, Preston slowly turns around, still on his haunches, and after he puts his glasses back on, squints over at the bar. "No, that's Nigel Morrison." SINGLETON, PEARLEY 17 WOOLEY, BURTON 25 15-SEP-1905 4-354 "And where did he go to school?" he asks. Ordine del giorno "Really?" Anne asks. "What do you mean?" "Give Me the Keys (And I'll Drive You Crazy)" is a good-times blues rocker about (what else?) driving around, incorporating the album's theme in a much more playful way than previous songs on the album did, and though lyrically it might seem impoverished, it's still a sign that the new "serious" Lewis - that Huey the artist hasn't totally lost his frisky sense of humor. The album ends with "Slammin'," which has no words and it's just a lot of horns that quite frankly, if you turn it up really loud, can give you a fucking big headache and maybe even make you feel a little sick, though it might sound different on an album or on a cassette though I wouldn't know anything about that. Anyway it set off something wicked in me that lasted for days. And you cannot dance to it very well. che le motivazioni addotte a sostegno del provvedimento di licenziamento, adottato senza preavviso e in aperta violazione delle disposizioni che tutelano i rappresentanti sindacali, sarebbero state quelle del mancato raggiungimento degli standard produttivi; Outside, she waits on the sidewalk while I'm in the men's room throwing up my lunch, spitting out the squid, undigested and less purple than it was on my plate. When I come out of Vanities onto the street, putting on my Wayfarers, chewing a Cert, I murmur something to myself, and then I kiss her on the cheek and make up something else. "Sorry it took so long. Had to call my lawyer." STEWART, LESLIE 25 CONGRIDGE, MAYBELLE 24 19-JUN-1935 9-84 (3-01373) (20 gennaio 2004) SMITH, MARY LUCINDA 34 SOWRHEAVER, S.C. 26 30-JUL-1927 7-344 "Who's Kate?" I say. SMITH, VAN 22 GILBERT, PEARL 19 27-MAR-1927 7-328 Modifica dell' articolo 31, comma secondo, della Costituzione, a tutela degli anziani (3219) "And Arthur?" SIMPSON, JESSIE RAYMOND 41 DUMAS, (M) TWYLIA JEAN 41 31-JUL-1971 15-469 "It just hit me," I say. "But have we deciphered what Stash - I assume he has a last name but don't tell me, I don't want to know, Evelyn - does for a living?" "I'm confusing him with the other Robert Hall?" I ask. STEWART, BECKY 17 McCLAIN, JOE DON 19 20-JAN-1973 15-613 PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. SHEPHERD, JOHN 31 SMITH, ANNA 26 06-SEP-1900 4-25 His hand is playing with my hair now. I look over at the side of the stall, where someone has scratched into the paint Edwin gives marvelous head, and I'm still paralyzed in this position and gazing at the words, confused, studying the frame surrounding the words as if that contained an answer, a truth. Edwin? Edwin who? I shake my head to clear it and look back at Luis, who has this horrible, love-struck grin plastered on his face, and I try to squeeze harder, my face twisted with exertion, but I can't do it, my hands won't tighten, and my arms, still stretched out, look ludicrous and useless in their fixed position. SPAKES, HELLEN 18 GAVIN, HARRY 21 06-JAN-1928 7-382 SMITH, LILLIS A. 21 RICHARDSON, THOMAS J. 26 28-APR-1889 3-5 I try to smile. "Robert Hall's not a fag-" Queste sono tutte cifre che vanno detratte dalle circa 13.000 unità che lei ha citato all’inizio. Ora - e al riguardo concordo con la considerazione che lei stesso ha svolto sulle statistiche e sulla loro non precisa e puntuale verifica - lei ci fornisce il dato, per la Provincia di Napoli, di un rapporto tra operatori e abitanti di 1 a 238, mentre credo sia sul suo tavolo la nota di un primo cittadino della Provincia di Napoli, quello di Portici (80.000 abitanti), che invece ha registrato un rapporto di 1 a 984, ossia il quadruplo del dato da lei citato in Aula. Credo che, a buon diritto, questo primo cittadino le chieda quantomeno di rendere la situazione della sua città pari ai dati che il Ministero ha fornito. "Well…" A drop of beer has fallen onto my Polo shirt. She hands me her napkin. A practical gesture that touches me. "You're… concerned with others," she says tentatively. "That's a very rare thing in what" - she stops again - "is a… I guess, a hedonistic world. This is… Patrick, you're embarrassing me." She shakes her head, closing her eyes. "I'm really too irritated to be dealing with this right now," McDermott says. "I'm clam, I mean calm," I say, breathing in hard, trying to smile, and then, involuntarily, unable to stop myself, ask, "How's my hair?" "What's that, a gram?" Price says, not apathetically. "Why?" I ask, turning to face him. "No. That wasn't Conrad," I say, surprised at Price's inability to recognize co-workers. "That guy had a better haircut." SANDERS, MICHAEL DAVID 25 PATRICK, TINA LOUISE 20 20-JUN-1987 17-226 STOCKER, FRANCIS JEAN 18 BARNETT, ELIOUS I. 23 C 20-OCT-1946 11-282 "Thank you," she says in a voice that sounds to me tinged with disappointment. "No. Shar-pei," he says, lisping, a way I've never heard it pronounced before. "I don't know," I say after a long time, I don't even know how long. The one bathroom at Chernoble is unisex. Two other couples are already there, one of them in the only stall. The other couple is, like us, impatiently waiting for the stall to empty. The girl is wearing a silk jersey halter top, a silk chiffon skirt and silk sling-backs, all by Ralph Lauren. Her boyfriend is wearing a suit tailored by, I think, William Fioravanti or Vincent Nicolosi or Scali - some wop. Both are holding champagne glasses: his, full; hers, empty. It's quiet except for the sniffling and muted laughter coming from the stall, and the bathroom's door is thick enough to block out the music except for the deep thumping drumbeat. The guy taps his foot expectantly. The girl keeps sighing and tossing her hair over her shoulder in these strangely enticing jerky head movements; then she looks over at Evelyn and me and whispers something to her boyfriend. Finally, after she whispers something to him again, he nods and they leave. "Oh yeah." She nods, understanding, maybe a hint of skepticism. "Oh my." STEVENSON, HENRY 21 ALLEN, LULA 19 24-OCT-1894 3-290 (4-07723) STURGIS, CHESTER 24 MORGAN, SUSIE 21 30-MAR-1913 5-377 "Fuck golf, Batsman," Hamlin says. "We have a nine o'clock reservation at Kaktus-" Taxi Driver scontrino fiscale, hanno desistito dall'acquisto, abbandonando i prodotti nei pressi delle casse. "Not Donald Trump again," Evelyn moans. "Oh god. Is that why you were acting like such a buffoon? This obsession has got to end!" she practically shouts. "That's why you were acting like such an ass!" a salvaguardare le professionalità mantenendo le utilizzazioni attuali degli interessati o a adibirli a mansioni equivalenti, previo processo formativo; "They're all faggots." Price shrugs. "The British." STEWART, E.M. 21 VINSON, OLLIE 16 12-DEC-1895 3-347 "Well, I guess… it's good night then," she says. SMITH, WILLIAM MICHAEL 23 WHITE, PATSY JEAN 23 05-APR-1962 13-537 "Well…," she says, lighting up. "It's kind of exciting to slum, isn't it?" "Oh Patrick," she sighs. "I can't make this decision." "Oh," I say. SMITH, LENORIA* 19 CRAWFORD, B.T. 21 14-SEP-1928 7-442 SMITH, MARY 19 STOCKS, JOHN W. 23 15-APR-1916 6-101 She waves back, disappearing into the lobby. SELMAN, BEN FRANK 27 MOSLEY, HATTIE BELL 22 29-NOV-1914 6-17 "I can't. Work." "Yes?" I say. "Timothy?" e for the office and took a cab back to my apartment where I put on a new suit (by Cerruti 1881), gave myself a pedicure and tortured to death a small dog I had bought earlier this week in a pet store on Lexington. Armstrong drones on. SMITH, L. BERNICE 18 WOODIE, WALTER F. 22 20-AUG-1965 14-425 "If I did…," she starts. And I'm thinking: Of all the fucking names, why this one? "Um, Schrawtz" - oh god - "Mr. and Mrs. Schrawtz." My face, I'm sure, is ashen and I say the name mechanically, but the maоtre d' is too busy to not buy it and I don't even bother to face Jean, who I'm sure is totally bewildered by my behavior as we're led to the Schrawtzes' table, which I'm sure probably sucks though I'm relieved anyway. SHELBY, CECIL 22 JACKSON, ALLIE MAY 20 21-NOV-1924 7-173 Ministro Economia e finanze SMITH, CHESTER DENNIS 19 KING, FLORA ETTA 19 C 24-MAY-1956 12-616 SPIVEY, JOHN 22 WILSON, GEORGIA 23 13-JUL-1893 3-220 "Aren't you afraid of diseases?" Price asks. SHAW, ARRENA 22 TAYLOR, THOMAS 22 02-AUG-1890 3-71 SMITH, MILDRED 21 ROBERTS, ELBERT 24 04-AUG-1940 10-124 "Late?" she asks. Da questo punto di vista lei ha ragione, signor Ministro, e il responsabile è sotto certi aspetti vile per quello che si fa da moltissimi anni: si fa diventare questione di ordine pubblico una questione di disgregazione sociale. Un volenteroso predecessore del Ministro, Gianni De Michelis, allora ministro del lavoro, vent'anni fa veniva a Napoli cercando di fare ordine, una volta alla settimana, nelle liste del collocamento. ves. SMITH, CECIL 21 ENDSLEY, GLADYS 16 17-JUL-1931 8-295 SPENCER, J.S. 37 GERMAN, LELA 28 01-MAY-1932 8-377 '"That's why I hate Japanese food," he screams back. "Sashimi. California roll. Oh Jesus." He makes a gagging motion, with one finger going down his throat. "No. Nope." ut to tell Owen that Cecelia, Marcus Halberstam's girlfriend, has two vaginas and that we plan to wed next spring in East Hampton, but he interrupts. SPAKES, ROSALEA 18 PIERCE, JAMES E. 22 28-AUG-1948 11-511 "Lotsa beige," Price says. "You know." STONE, (Ms) P. 18 STRAHAN, HARL 20 20-JAN-1920 6-456 "Drugs, Evelyn. Cocaine. Drugs. I want to do some cocaine tonight. Do you understand?" I sit up and glare at her. il 30 novembre 2001, a causa di un errore materiale nel decreto di trasferimento alla società di cartolarizzazione (SCIP), alcuni immobili di proprietà dell'INPDAP, nel comune di Cologno Monzese, non sono stati inseriti e pertanto non è stata effettuata la vendita; "Forget it." She takes a pill that I don't recognize and uses my water to swallow it. "Oh yeah, what? What are you going to do?" I ask. SIPES, LINCOLN G. 22 ROBERTS, HELEN 18 21-JUN-1931 8-294 STEWART, JOE B. 22 VINSON, MARY J. 18 08-MAY-1949 11-584 "Now what time should I be over?" Restaurant Whore asks. There are four clicking noises and then I hear Hamlin saying, "Bateman, is it okay to wear argyle socks with a business suit?" He's attempting a joke but it fails to amuse me. "They canceled her charge at Bergdorf's?" Price asks. I laugh. We slap each other high-five. "But then, when you've just come to the point when your reaction to the times is one of total and sheer acceptance, when your body has become somehow tuned into the insanity and you reach that point where it all makes sense, when it clicks, we get some crazy fucking homeless nigger who actually wants - listen to me, Bateman - wants to be out on the streets, this, those streets, see, those" - he points - "and we have a mayor who won't listen to her, a mayor who won't let the bitch have her way - Holy Christ - let the fucking bitch freeze to death, put her out of her own goddamn self-made misery, and look, you're back where you started, confused, fucked… Number twenty-four, nope, twenty-five… Who's going to be at Evelyn's? Wait, let me guess." He holds up a hand attached to an impeccable manicure. "Ashley, Courtney, Muldwyn, Marina, Charles - am I right so far? Maybe one of Evelyn's 'artiste' friends from ohmygod the 'East' Village. You know the type - the ones who ask Evelyn if she has a nice dry white chardon "That girl is hot," McDermott agrees. "Listen, you think I act like I do around you guys when I want some pussy?" Price challenges. "Mar-cus Hal-ber-stam," I whisper again. Another long pause. Finally Sabrina breaks the silence. "Is it connected with Mays… or Macy's?" "No;" he says. "I have a touch-tone phone hooked up to program a Videonics VCR programmer I bought at Hammacher Schlemmer." He walks away pulling his suspenders up. SHIPP, FANNIE 18 PARKS, J.E. 21 06-JAN-1901 4-51 "Maine," she says. "Ask me something else." I'm still tranced out on Montgomery's card - the classy coloring, the thickness, the lettering, the print - and I suddenly raise a fist as if to strike out at Craig and scream, my voice booming, "No one wants the fucking red snapper pizza! A pizza should be yeasty and slightly bready and have a cheesy crust! The crusts here are too fucking thin because the shithead chef who cooks here overbakes everything! The pizza is dried out and brittle!" Red-faced, I slam my Bellini down on the table and when I look up our appetizers have arrived. A hardbody waitress stands looking down at me with this strange, glazed expression. I wipe a hand over my face, genially smiling up at her. She stands there looking at me as if I were some kind of monster - she actually looks scared - and I glance over at Price - for what? guidance? - and he mouths "Cigars" and pats his coat pocket. SHARP, CARL 18 CLOUTON, SUSIE 18 21-OCT-1915 6-63 "What's this about 1969?" McDermott doesn't have a clue. "It was only that once," Evelyn says, inspecting a lip, lost is her own placid beauty. STROTHER, SHERRI B. 29 SCROGGINS, JERRY LEON 29 29-JUN-1991 17-486 "Hamlin has to have dinner with a client from Texas and-" "I like the Mongolian lamb mixed with mole or" - Caron stops to giggle - "this black leather jacket lined with Persian lamb." ntelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in… this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged… Tense pause. "How would you know?" "No," I say. "No women." I finally say something, stumbling over my own words. "I don't care… whether you've led a… decent life… or not." SMITH, JEWEL 20 COLLINS, ALBERT 21 C 22-JUL-1939 10-3 We wait two more minutes for Hamlin. "Okay, okay, go on," McDermott says. "Tell us more about Charles Moyer." "Oh Christ," I moan. "What shit? Now where do we have reservations at? I mean I'm not really hungry but I would like to have reservations somewhere. How about 220?" An afterthought: "McDermott, how did that rate in the new Zagat's?" "Why?" I ask back. If the second part of Fore! doesn't have the intensity of the first, there are some real gems that are actually quite complicated. "I Know What I Like" is a song that Huey would never have sung six years back - a blunt declaration of independence - while the carefully placed "I Never Walk Alone," which follows, actually complements the song and explains it in broader terms (it also has a great organ solo and except for "Hip to Be Square" has Huey's strongest vocals). "Forest for the Trees" is an upbeat antisuicide tract, and though its title might seem like a clichй, Huey and the band have a way of energizing clichйs and making them originals wholly their own. The nifty a cappella "Naturally" evokes an innocent time while showcasing the band's vocal harmonies (if you didn't know better you'd think it was the Beach Boys coming out of your CD player), and even if it's essentially a throwaway, a trifle of sorts, the album ends on a majestic note with "Simple as That," a blue-collar ballad that sounds "Well, they should fit trimly around the body and cover the waistline," I say. "It should peek just above the waist button of the suit jacket. Now if too much of the vest appears, it'll give the suit a tight, constricted look that you don't want." Radio Subasio si è particolarmente giovata della disparità di trattamento sofferta da Radio BBS Popolare Network e del suo spegnimento, dato che ne ha occupato la frequenza su Roma; SMITH, (M) RHODA 40 TATUM, NELSON 50 02-FEB-1879 1-280 SMITH, J.L. 45 ZACHARY, (M) ELIZA 43 07-MAR-1912 5-309 "I'm desperate for some Beluga," she says. "Honey?" SLOCUM, BRENDA 19 CHAMBERS, WILLIAM R. 22 24-DEC-1962 14-85 "If they have a good personality then… something is very wrong," Reeves says, somehow confused by his own statement. SANDINE, SHERRY MAE 29 HUDSON, HENRY EDWARD 23 14-APR-1990 17-411 SCOTT, (M) MATTIE 30 YATES, OLLIE 27 C 26-MAR-1926 7-276 "Hey, when were you guys there?" I ask. "Why wasn't I invited?" "With Salomon Brothers?" l’interrogante da tempo denuncia pubblicamente, anche con numerosi interventi nella stampa quotidiana, tale gravissima situazione, provocando discussioni ma non risposte da parte dei responsabili dell’ordine pubblico, SPEARS, PATRICIA 18 DAUGHERTY, JOHN W. Jr 21 13-MAR-1950 12-29 I pick up today's Post that hangs from a Smithly Watson glass magazine rack and scan the gossip columns, then my eye catches a story about recent sightings of these creatures that seem to be part bird, part rodent - essentially pigeons with the heads and tails of rats - found deep in the center of Harlem and now making their way steadily toward midtown. A grainy photograph of one of these things accompanies the article, but experts, the Post assures us, are fairly certain this new breed is a hoax. As usual this fails to soothe my fear, and it fills me with a nameless dread that someone out there has wasted the energy and time to think this up: to fake a photograph (and do a half-assed job at that, the thing looks like a fucking Big Mac) and send the photograph in to the Post, then for the Post to decide to run the story (meetings, debates, last-minute temptations to cancel the whole thing?), to print the photograph, to have someone write about the photo and interview the experts, finally to run this story on SHELBY, VERLE WAYNE 20 CRUTCHFIELD, HELEN ROBERTA 20 05-JUL-1956 12-632 SADLER, BETTY 21 ENGLAND, JACK R. 24 15-MAR-1946 11-159 End of the 1980s Sen. Angius Gavino, Franco Vittoria, Turci Lanfranco, Acciarini Maria Chiara, Bettoni Brandani Monica, Bonfietti Daria, Pagano Maria Grazia, Piloni Ornella, Stanisci Rosa, Battafarano Giovanni Vittorio, Brunale Giovanni, Brutti Massimo, Calvi Guido, Di Girolamo Leopoldo, Di Siena Piero, Longhi Aleandro, Maconi Loris Giuseppe, Mascioni Giuseppe, Morando Enrico, Rotondo Antonio, Tessitore Fulvio "Marry?" she asks, wide-eyed, defensive. "Did I say that?" "Should we tell her?" someone asks. "Any movies that Jami Gertz is in?" se il Ministro in indirizzo non ritenga necessario indicare se e quali provvedimenti intenda adottare, e più specificamente quali direttive intenda impartire ai responsabili locali dell’ordine pubblico, perché svolgano il proprio compito con la dovuta energia, quale è richiesta dalla gravità della situazione; SMITH, BERNICE 20 STACKS, RUPERT 22 23-FEB-1934 8-579 "Oh right, I'm supposed to believe you. You said Gorbachev was downstairs," she says accusingly. "I don't believe you. I think the press is here." "Is this some kind of prank?" I ask. SLOAN, IMOGENE 20 BENNETT, CORNEALIUS P. 26 05-APR-1963 14-131 "Guys, it's just that I am apprehensive about failure in terms of securing a table before, like, well, midnight." In questo spirito auspico che lei, signor Ministro, che fa bene a fare appello alla coscienza civile dei napoletani, non voglia sostituirsi - mi consenta di dirlo con rispettosa cordialità - ai professori di filosofia e neppure ai professori di storia, ma voglia fare fino in fondo il Ministro dell’interno nell’assunzione delle sue responsabilità, ispirato a principi etici - come lei ha fatto e come condivido - operando nella pienezza dei suoi poteri. Ciò per chiedere a tutte le forze in campo (forze politiche, Governo nazionale, governi locali, magistratura, forze dell’ordine) di compiere il proprio dovere, ciascuna in ragione delle proprie responsabilità. Ciò è tanto più necessario, signor Ministro, perché credo che a lei tocchi la grande responsabilità di creare una soluzione di continuità rispetto alla situazione attuale. Tale soluzione di continuità è la condizione per un impegno volto alla prevenzione che, altrimenti, non avrebbe possibilità di attecchire, come purtroppo non l’ha avuta. "Oh that's fantastic, Patrick," Anne says. "Why were you arguing with him?" Lask. "Whatchoomean?" He sighs thickly, slumped back, still staring at me. (3-01807) (03 novembre 2004) I clear my throat. "Um, yes, I know it's a little late but is it possible to reserve a table for two at eight-thirty or nine perhaps?" I'm asking this with both eyes shut tight. Price nearly spits up his Absolut after this comment but I try to make eye contact with each one of them, especially Vanden, who if she got rid of the green streak and the leather and got some color - maybe joined an aerobics class, slipped on a blouse, something by Laura Ashley - might be pretty. But why does she sleep with Stash? He's lumpy and pale and has a bad cropped haircut and is at least ten pounds overweight; there's no muscle tone beneath the black T-shirt. SINCLAIR, DICK 31 BUFORD, (M) HARRIET 33 06-AUG-1892 3-178 Vorrei ora sottolineare, signor Presidente, che gli episodi di Roma - come pure quello verificatosi il 30 ottobre scorso al supermercato Esselunga di Milano - rievocano i cosiddetti espropri proletari praticati dai gruppi dell'Autonomia Operaia negli anni Settanta. Quegli atti violenti venivano compiuti con la consapevolezza della loro illegalità, nel quadro di una strategia di guerriglia urbana in chiave prerivoluzionaria. I militanti dell’"Avanguardia di classe" agivano travisati per assicurarsi l'impunità e si appropriavano di beni di consumo essenzialmente destinati ad uso personale. "It's Victoria." STEWART, B.H. 28 KENDALL, LUCY MABLE 21 21-DEC-1908 5-103 "Spuds McKenzie is on The Patty Winters Show tomorrow. SPILLERS, OVA M. RAINEY 60 SMITH, DANIEL EDWARD 52 01-JUN-1974 16-74 Come è stato e sarà evidenziato negli interventi, da parte di altri colleghi, è chiaro che c’è un importante riferimento a risposte di ordine sociale o anche alle risorse che destiniamo alla battaglia contro la camorra. È noto a tutti che quest’ultima "assorbe" i suoi dipendenti tra i giovani inoccupati napoletani. Tuttavia, insieme a questo tipo di risposte che a più livelli vanno date, crediamo ve ne sia una che emerge su tutte, ossia quella dell’esempio che viene fornito. "Why?" I shout. trousers, all by Matsuda, a silk tie with a Matsuda insignia, with a belt from Coach Leatherware - drenched with sweat, and I take off the jacket and wipe my face with it. The phone keeps ringing but I don't know who I've called and I just stand on the corner, Ray-Bans balanced on my forehead at what feels like an odd, crooked angle, and then I hear a faint familiar sound coming through the wires - Jean's soft voice competing with the endless gridlock stuck on Broadway. The Patty Winters Show this morning was Aspirin: Can It Save Your Life? "Jean?" I cry out. "Hello? Jean?" "Patrick? Is that you?" she calls back. "Hello?" "Jean, I need help," I shout. "Patrick?" "What?" "Jesse Forrest called," Jean says. "He has a reservation at Melrose tonight at eight, and Ted Madison and Jamie Conway want to meet you for drinks at Harry's. Patrick?" Jean asks. "Where are you?" "Jean?" I sigh, wiping my nose. "I'm not-" "Oh, and Todd Lauder called," Jean says, "no, I mean Chris - oh no, it was Todd Lauder. Yeah, Todd Lauder "Well, Sean where, do you go?" SMITH, OTIS WINBON 24 GRIFFIN, JEAN CAROLYN 18 29-MAR-1952 12-305 …pens and photo albums, pairs of bookends and lightweight luggage, electric shoe polishers and heated towel stands and silver-plated insulated carafes and portable palm-sized color TVs with earphones, birdhouses and candleholders, place mats, picnic hampers and ice buckets, lace-trimmed oversize linen napkins and umbrellas and sterling silver monogrammed golf tees and charcoal-filter smoke trappers and desk lamps and perfume bottles, jewelry boxes and sweaters and baskets to hold magazines in and storage boxes, office tote bags, desk accessories, scarves, file holders, address books, agendas for handbags… STRINGFELLOW, DEAN 34 THACKER, MARILYN 31 15-NOV-1986 17-182 "Don't make any trouble," she says again, quietly. "Patrick," Evelyn whispers behind me. "Let them… you know." I give her a sharp look and try not to hiss. "Uh, no, Courtney, it was really fifty." "Yes it is, Mr. Bateman-" SMITH, TERESA JEAN 20 JOHNIKIN, L.B. 24 28-JUN-1980 16-435 "You know," she says clearly, "Stash tested positive for the AIDS virus. And…" She pauses, something on the screen catching her interest; the volume goes slightly up and then is lowered. "And… I think he will probably sleep with Vanden tonight." SHULER, ALICE 20 JONES, MATT 23 15-JUL-1902 4-147 "Yes?" I say, then, "Darling?" STOUT, SHIRLEY DARLENE 18 SCOTT, DON MICHAEL 20 05-JUN-1967 15-18 "See, Bateman agrees with me," Price says smugly. "No, negative," I say, waving down a cab. "Call from my place." "I think you should go," she says. "Cher?" I ask back, confused. "Cher? What are you talking about? Oh forget it. I want it over. I need sex on a regular basis. I need to be distracted." or saying "oh my god oh my god" as the sharpei drags itself around in a circle, its tail wagging, squealing, and it starts licking and sniffing the pile of its own intestines, spilled out in a mound on the sidewalk, some still connected to its stomach, and as it goes into its death throes still attached to its leash I whirl around on its owner and I push him back, hard, with a bloodied glove and start randomly stabbing him in the face and head, finally slashing his throat open in two brief chopping motions; an arc of red-brown blood splatters the white BMW 320i parked at the curb, setting off its car alarm, four fountainlike bursts coming from below his chin. The spraylike sound of the blood. He falls to the sidewalk, shaking like mad, blood still pumping, as I wipe the knife clean on the front of his jacket and toss it back in the briefcase and begin to walk away, but to make sure the old queer is really dead and not faking it (they sometimes do) I shoot him with a silencer twice in the face and then I leave SELLARS, VELTON 46 TATUM, FESTUS 49 C 01-JUN-1963 14-151 "With braces?" I finish, shrugging. "Did I wake you?" she asks worriedly. "I hope I didn't wake you." I vaguely wonder why I wasn't invited to Odeon for the artists dinner. Had Evelyn picked up the tab? Probably. And I suddenly picture a smiling Evelyn, secretly morose, sitting at a whole table of Stash's friends - all of them constructing little log cabins with their french fries or pretending their grilled salmon was alive and moving the piece of fish around the table, the fish conversing with each other about the "art scene," new galleries; maybe even trying to fit the fish into the log cabin made of french fries… After we stare at each other for what seems like a minute, I finally have the nerve to say something back to him but my voice lacks any authority and I'm not sure if I believe myself when I tell him, simply, "No, you… didn't." But it comes out a question, not a statement. STEWART, LUN 24 JONES, CAROLINE 18 28-JUN-1907 5-21 "What does it say?" I sigh, fooling around with the radio then scanning the limo for Owen's briefcase, wondering where the champagne could possibly be, the open box from Tiffany's, empty, empty on the floor, suddenly, overwhelmingly, depressing me. Deck Chairs I'm trying to catch a glimpse of our hardbody waitress; she's bending over to pick up a dropped napkin. Without looking back at Evelyn, I ask, "Do… what?" STOUT, OPAL 19 JONES, WILLIAM 20 01-MAR-1957 13-27 Ciò premesso, voglio subito affermare che la sicurezza e lo sviluppo di Napoli costituiscono un problema nazionale. In questi termini ne ho parlato al Consiglio dei ministri dell'11 novembre scorso, il quale ha fatto proprie le misure adottate a seguito della riunione che avevo tenuto due giorni prima al Viminale con i vertici della sicurezza nazionale e con il prefetto di Napoli. "But I thought Aiwa was top of the line." Scott looks worried but not yet upset enough to please me. SPAKES, FOY 23 ARMSTRONG, NEDRA 18 11-APR-1936 9-192 "Hold on," I say. adottare misure a tutela del marchio e del prodotto tipico svolgendo, a livello europeo, un'azione forte per ottenere quegli interventi di supporto, anche alle singole aziende, che non si concretizzino in aiuti di Stato, ma che siano compatibili con quanto la Comunità europea consente. Tutto ciò al fine di tutelare e difendere le attività, in particolare quelle artigianali, che si svolgono in aree particolarmente disagiate, ove il costo della produzione è sperequato rispetto al resto del paese e, nello specifico, per garantire la permanenza e sopravvivenza delle attività produttive aventi particolare valore culturale. Minutes pass. The phone rings. I don't bother screening it. It's McDermott again. "Courtney, I don't want to experience another one of your… emotional outbursts," I tell her. "Besides, the canapйs are shitty." "Oh my god. Give it up. Please, just excuse her," I tell the waiter, then, as soon as he walks away, "Yes. A Corona. But we're in a fucking Chinese-Cajun bistro so-" STEPHENSON, EDA 22 STOCKER, ROBERT 23 28-DEC-1903 4-254 SALLEY, MARTHA ANN 22 GADDY, AD 50 C 28-APR-1930 8-150 "Jean. Listen, keep your eyes open for a tanning bed, okay?" "Brittle?" McDermott offers. "Yeah," Price sighs. "If all of your friends are morons is it a felony, a misdemeanor or an act of God if you blow their fucking heads off with a thirty-eight magnum?" Le conseguenze sono gravissime. Da una parte, si va creando un’antropologia criminale, ovvero un tipo umano che ispira i propri comportamenti a princìpi illegali, malavitosi, che sono tali anche quando non si commette la trasgressione (credo di poterlo dire per testimonianza diretta perché sono napoletano); dall’altra, questo sistema malavitoso deve indebolire il sistema legale, che - ahimè - a Napoli è già stato indebolito (non esistono più centri decisionali di grandi gruppi imprenditoriali, la vicenda ultima del Banco di Napoli credo ne sia drammatica testimonianza), e deve impedire che si radichino quegli interventi di carattere strutturale che pure sono stati adottati - alcuni li ha richiamati lei stesso ed altri ne ha preannunciati - mantenendo un clima di tensione sociale. I stare past the driver's head, out the windshield, at gulls flying low over the dark, wavy water, and opening the door I step out of the cab, cautiously, no sudden moves. It's a cold day. My breath steams, wind picks it up, swirls it around. "Go ahead," the guy says. "Go. Just do it. Take a hike. I don't care." I'm looking over at Taylor, who's still sleeping. I snap one of his suspenders but there's no reaction, no movement, then I turn back to Libby. "You're not confused, are you?" I hand Evelyn the plate of Waldorf salad and tweak one of Petersen's antlers and head toward the bar humming "Silent Night," vaguely depressed by what most of the women are wearing - pullover cashmere sweaters, blazers, long wool skirts, corduroy dresses, turtlenecks. Cold weather. No hardbodies. SMITH, VERNA 18 CARMICHAL, CHARLES 21 09-AUG-1901 4-82 "What?" Van Patten shouts. "I can't hear anything." SIMS, JAMES D. 38 BENTSEN, DANICE JOY 34 30-NOV-1981L 16-509 "I think the mahi-mahi," she says and then, squinting at the menu, "with ginger." Ho ascoltato con attenzione anche gli altri colleghi: c’è la condanna delle forme, si faceva riferimento alle manifestazioni per il lavoro nella città di Napoli e la condanna dei fenomeni di violenza è unanime e condivisa da tutti (io sono stato per sei anni assessore al lavoro della provincia di Napoli, prima di questa esperienza, e conosco anche tutta la geografia delle sigle: sicuramente ci sono i professionisti della lotta per il lavoro); ma nascondere la tensione, il disagio e la mancanza di lavoro definendole solo come una strategia della tensione credo non contribuisca né alla comprensione del fenomeno né alla risoluzione del nostro problema. stink. The bum wakes up, opens his eyes, yawning, exposing remarkably stained teeth between cracked purple lips. "Right." And then we're out the door, rushing down the alley adjacent to the brownstone, and I stop and peer around the corner to see if anyone we know is leaving or entering the party. We make a run for a limousine I think is Owen's, but I don't want to make Evelyn suspicious so I simply walk up to the closest one, open the door and push her in. Allegato A "What did you order?" I ask. Smiling professionally, I tell him, "Please just give us a minute. We need some privacy." I turn back to Luis. "Now come on, Luis. Get up. You're slobbering." I look back up at the security guard and mouth, holding up a hand, while nodding, "Just a minute, please." He continues staring. So, no doubt, does the couple behind him. "No way, Scott," I say. "Does Aiwa have digital remote control?'-" "How much do we want?" Price asks me, looking desperate. "Fucking weasel," Van Patten says. As I walk away Van Patten grabs a passing waiter and says, his voice fading, "Is this tap water? I don't drink tap water. Bring me an Evian or something, okay?" SANDINE, MARY 21 CARMEN, EARL 21 14-JUL-1929 8-34 SMITH, ANNIE 18 FRENCH, W.M. 36 08-MAY-1910 5-185 BOBBIO Luigi (AN). Domando di parlare. "What," I scream, "in the hell are you talking about?" "Don't you want to know why?" he asks. SHIELD, (M) CLORISA 49 ROGERS, ABE 49 19-JUL-1902 4-149 SMITH, BELLE 18 ROWLS, GRANT 22 18-JUN-1906 4-419 "How do you know that?" I ask, not caring if I've been caught in a lie. "Anyway, it's Zeus Bar, not Kaktus." SPAKES, JAMES R. 26 GAVIN, DORA E. 18 17-MAY-1947 11-370 Still kneeling, I grab Luis by his heaving shoulders and calmly tell him, my voice lowered, as threatening as possible, as if speaking to a child about to be punished, "Listen to me, Luis. If you do not stop crying, you fucking pathetic faggot, I am going to slit your fucking throat. Are you listening to me?" I slap him lightly on the face a couple of times. "I can't be more emphatic." Our hardbody waitress, who has on satin high-backed pumps, sets down two new champagne flutes for the second bottle of Cristal Evelyn orders. The waitress pouts her lips at me when I reach for another breadstick and I lift my head toward her and pout mine back, then press my head again into the palms of my hands, and this happens again when she brings our appetizers. Dried peppers in a spicy pumpkin soup for me; dried corn and jalapeсo pudding for Evelyn. I've kept my hands over both ears trying to block out Evelyn's voice during this whole interim between her mistaking Norris Powell for Ivana Trump and the arrival of our appetizers but now I'm hungry so I tentatively remove my right hand from my ear. Immediately the whine seems deafening. "Let me rephrase the ques- Wait, how does my hair look?" I ask, interrupting myself. "Good," Daniel says, holding up the vial. "More for moi." es: blood pouring from automated tellers, women giving birth through their assholes, embryos frozen or scrambled (which is it?), nuclear warheads, billions of dollars, the total destruction of the world, someone gets beaten up, someone else dies, sometimes bloodlessly, more often mostly by rifle shot, assassinations, comas, life played out as a sitcom, a blank canvas that reconfigures itself into a soap opera. It's an isolation ward that serves only to expose my own severely impaired capacity to feel. I am at its center, out of season, and no one ever asks me for any identification. I suddenly imagine Evelyn's skeleton, twisted and crumbling, and this fills me with glee. It takes a long time to answer her question - Where are you going? - but after a sip of the port, then the dry beer, rousing myself, I tell her, at the same time wondering: If I were an actual automaton what difference would there really be? "Because she's gonna cost you a lot more to get laid." SADERLING, MARY A. 16 PIERSON, C.N. 25 10-JUL-1892 3-173 Lei, signor Ministro, sta lavorando benissimo e così pure il suo Ministero e il Governo; non si è mai visto tanto controllo del territorio, ma il controllo del territorio, che spetta alle forze del Governo, a quelle nazionali, non può sostituire il controllo del territorio che, come ho sottolineato prima, non viene svolto dalle autorità amministrative locali. STEWART, MINNIE LEE 19 PHELPS, HENRY 21 18-DEC-1904 4-314 SIMMONS, HENRY 21 SIMS, MATTIE 16 02-JAN-1907 4-460 Evelyn laughs, then claps as if delighted by Timothy's reluctance to vacate. la procedura di scissione sarebbe finalizzata, secondo quanto esposto dalla parte cedente e da quelle cessionarie, alla "creazione della nuova società che opererà come servicer di gruppo per l’erogazione dei servizi di information technology e di back-office" con "l’obiettivo di raggiungere superiori livelli di efficienza e qualità nelle prestazioni erogate" per "allineare strutture e processi alla nuova logica di gruppo" e per costituire "un indispensabile fattore di accelerazione dell’intero processo di riassetto organizzativo"; "We won't have to wait," Luis screams. "I promise." STANLEY, WANDA RUTH 16 HUTCHESON, RONALD MARCUS 19 19-OCT-1969 15-287 se non si ritenga che si debba realizzare una nuova politica di sviluppo per il Mezzogiorno capace di far fronte alle emergenze sociali e che rappresenti un’alternativa concreta ai fenomeni di disgregazione ed emarginazione . STRAUGHN, GRETA 47 MURPHY, THOMAS B. 51 27-DEC-1990 17-456 Le particolari caratteristiche della delinquenza camorristica fanno della conoscenza e del controllo del territorio il perno di ogni strategia anticrimine. A tal fine, i relativi servizi sono stati già da tempo rimodulati con una più razionale distribuzione delle risorse interforze e anche con il coinvolgimento della Polizia municipale per il presidio di alcuni punti critici e per l'intensificazione del contrasto all'abusivismo commerciale. Dal 20 gennaio 2003 nel comune di Napoli operano anche i poliziotti e i carabinieri di quartiere. A guy standing behind Madison who looks a lot like Ted Dreyer is wearing a double-breasted shawl-collared tuxedo, a cotton shirt and a silk tartan bow tie, all of it, I'm fairly sure, from Polo by Ralph Lauren. Madison stands around, nodding to various people who pass by in the crush. SHELTON, BEADIE 22 VETETO, CHESTER 24 03-AUG-1935 9-99 I whirl around. "Where? Where's Ivana?" SMITH, FORREST D. 21 WILSON, MARGARET P. 18 14-MAR-1964 14-273 si chiede di conoscere: "Is that right?" Courtney murmurs, then tugging at McDermott's overcoat, "Is he right, Craig?" "Because?" she asks. "Yeah." I nod. "As long as it's either black or cordovan it's okay." "Yes," I say, leaning on top of her, tonguing her ear. "Luis is a despicable twit. I hate him too," and now, spurred on by her disgust for her wimp boyfriend, I start moving faster, my climax approaching. She grabs at the arm of the Soprani jacket again. Her husband stands behind the counter, sullen and detached. "I told you to keep Finlandia in this place," Tim mutters, looking through the bottles - most of them magnums - at the bar. "She never has Finlandia," he says to no one, to all of us. "It was just… regular," he says, and then, "Patrick, you're sweating." SPEARS, ERMA 19 WILSON, J.H.* 39 22-DEC-1925 7-268 SMITH, BUB 58 HUNTER, ANNIE 28 25-JAN-1912 5-296 "Ian is not a midget, Patrick," she says. "Bypass, bypass." I want to light my cigar but don't have any matches; yet just holding it, catching some of its aroma along with the knowledge that drugs are incoming, comforts me and I take two of the drink tickets from Price and try to get him a Finlandia on the rocks which they don't have, the hardbody behind the bar informs me bitchily, but she's got a rad body and is so hot-looking that I will leave her a big tip because of this. I settle on an Absolut for Price and order a J&B on the rocks for myself. As a joke I almost bring Tim a Bellini but he seems far too edgy tonight to appreciate this so I wade back through the crowd to where he stands and hand him the Absolut and he takes it thanklessly and finishes it with one gulp, looks at the glass and grimaces, giving me an accusatory look. I shrug helplessly. He resumes staring at the train tracks as if possessed. There are very few chicks in Tunnel tonight. "Well," Patty continues, "now who are you?" I'm having drinks with Charles Murphy at Rusty's to fortify myself before making an appearance at Evelyn's Christmas party. I'm wearing a four-button double-breasted wool and silk suit, a cotton shirt with a button-down collar by Valentino Couture, a patterned silk tie by Armani and cap-toed leather slipons by Allen-Edmonds. Murphy is wearing a six-button double-breasted wool gabardine suit by Courrиges, a striped cotton shirt with a tab collar and a foulard-patterned silk-crepe tie, both by Hugo Boss. He's on a tirade about the Japanese - "They've bought the Empire State Building and Nell's. Nell's, can you believe it, Bateman?" he exclaims over his second Absolut on the rocks - and it moves something in me, it sets something off, and after leaving Rusty's, while wandering around the Upper West Side, I find myself crouched in the doorway of what used to be Carly Simon's, a very hot J. Akail restaurant that closed last fall, and leaping out at a passing Japanese delivery boy, I knock him off his bicycle SMITH, DAVID 21 NEAL, ZENOBIA 18 03-APR-1927 7-333 STONE, (M) S.E. 34 GRAY, W.T. 25 06-AUG-1893 3-225 "Listen to me, Patrick," he screams. "I'm leaving." Una quarantina di elementi della locale area dei "disobbedienti", provenienti anche dalla provincia di Macerata, ha fatto ingresso all'interno dell'ipermercato "Carrefour" e, dopo aver esposto uno striscione con la scritta "Diritti per tutti - Autoriducetevi la spesa", ha prelevato della merce dagli scaffali richiedendo poi, invano, che venisse praticato uno sconto del 50 per cento sul prezzo di tali prodotti. L'iniziativa è terminata dopo circa un'ora senza alcun incidente. "Marcus. Whatever. I'm not gonna break the rules. I can't do anything about it. It's company rules. I'm not gonna break 'em." SPARKS, OSCAR 22 PARROTT, LIZZIE 18 23-APR-1911 5-248 "It must have been one," I say, almost cutting her off. STRAHAN, RAY 22 HARRIS, IRIS MAE 18 14-AUG-1938 9-479 Another long pause. "Are you, like… sure?" I ask, before feebly adding, "I don't… understand." SPAKES, TREVER 21 GREEN, CAROLYN 20 19-APR-1968 15-114 I pause again, then look down at my lap and sigh. "Look, McDermott, I've pulled this act before. I know what you're doing." "Who was that?" SEATON, BETTY 21 HAYDEN, BONNER 19 10-SEP-1966 14-553 STEWART, ULISHIOUS 21 STOCKER, ETTA 17 12-JAN-1919 6-257 Integrazione alla risposta del ministro Pisanu nel corso dello svolgimento di interrogazioni sugli incidenti causati dai cosiddetti disobbedienti a Roma il 6 novembre 2004 "Hah! Understatement of the century!" Price cries out. "But Stash isn't the brightest guy either. Perfect couple. Did they meet on Love Connection or something?" SNEED, BELLE 20 OVERTON, W.L. 24 12-FEB-1891 3-113 nelle ultime settimane l’escalation di violenza nel Napoletano ha assunto dei connotati inquietanti: sparatorie, racket, intimidazioni, vittime innocenti e affiliati ai clan che cadono sotto i colpi dei sicari; "Jeez," Price whispers in a surprisingly gentle way. "That's not a helluva lot, is it?" He leans forward to inspect it. si chiede di sapere: PEDRIZZI (AN). Domando di parlare. "Courtney wants us to find her some cocaine tonight," I shout. "Where are you?" I ask good-naturedly. PISANU, ministro dell'interno. Al contrasto del complesso fenomeno di disgregazione economica e sociale da cui scaturiscono problemi di sicurezza e di ordine pubblico a Napoli ha dedicato finora il maggiore impegno in qualità di Ministro dell’interno, ma tale dedizione da sola non è sufficiente se non è accompagnata da un risveglio del sentimento di speranza e di fiducia nella legalità da parte della parte sana della società civile partenopea, di cui peraltro si intravvede qualche segnale positivo. La questione napoletana non può essere risolta con la militarizzazione della città, bensì favorendo anche lo sviluppo sociale ed economico. Certamente è importante la capillare presenza delle forze dell'ordine, con il coinvolgimento della polizia municipale e dal 20 gennaio scorso anche con l’istituzione del poliziotto di quartiere, perché la disarticolazione della camorra e la conseguente lotta per il controllo del territorio hanno effettivamente comportato un aumento degli omicidi, delle rapine e delle estorsioni SLAYTON, WM 22 NEEL, RACHEL 21 06-JUN-1878 1-225 STEPHENS, EMMA LEE 21 DAVIS, NATHANIEL 34 C 12-JUN-1959 13-190 It was cool this morning but seems warmer after I leave the office and I'm wearing a six-button double-breasted chalk-striped suit by Ralph Lauren with a spread-collar pencil-striped Sea Island cotton shirt with French cuffs, also by Polo, and I remove the clothes, gratefully, in the air-conditioned locker room, then slip into a pair of crow-black cotton and Lycra shorts with a white waistband and side stripes and a cotton and Lycra tank top, both by Wilkes, which can be folded so tightly that I can actually carry them in my briefcase. After getting dressed and putting my Walkman on, clipping its body to the Lycra shorts and placing the phones over my ears, a Stephen Bishop/Christopher Cross compilation tape Todd Hunter made for me, I check myself in the mirror before entering the gym and, dissatisfied, go back to my briefcase for some mousse to slick my hair back and then I use a moisturizer and, for a small blemish I notice under my lower lip, a dab of Clinique Touch-Stick. Satisfied, I turn the Walkman on, SMITH, PATRICK ROY 18 RHOADES, DONNA LEE 16 09-AUG-1974 16-85 After a long silence during which we contemplate our appetizers, Van Patten speaks up. "Bateman?" "Some minks are too fluffy." Libby this time. SMITH, HENRY 22 HARRIS, FANNIE 22 24-DEC-1911 5-289 Yes, my brain does explode and my stomach bursts open inwardly - a spastic, acidic, gastric reaction; stars and planets, whole galaxies made up entirely of little white chef hats, race over the film of my vision. I choke out another question. "The question you're asking, Patrick," McDermott begins, "is, should we exclude the women or not? Right?" ale, off a newly installed umbrella rack in the closet near the entranceway and I'm out the door. SALLEE, CHAS EDWARD 23 LAMB, BESSIE 16 14-SEP-1919 6-306 SMITH, ANNIE 19 ROGERS, J.M. 23 19-FEB-1903 4-188 "Yes, Patrick?" He looks me over carefully before checking his book, then beams, marking something down. "Ah, of course. Mrs. Wolfe is up there right now." Tired of balancing myself, I fail off Christie and lie on my back, positioning Sabrina's face over my stiff, huge cock which I guide into her mouth with my hand, jerking it off while she sucks on the head. I pull Christie toward me and while taking her gloves off start kissing her hard on the mouth, licking inside it, pushing my tongue against hers, past hers, as far down her throat as it will go. She fingers her cunt, which is so wet that her upper thighs look like someone's slathered something slick and oily all over them. I push Christie down past my waist to help Sabrina suck my cock off and after the two of them take turns licking the head and the shaft, Christie moves to my balls which are aching and swollen, as large as two small plums, and she laps at them before placing her mouth over the entire sac, alternately massaging and lightly sucking the balls, separating them with her tongue. Christie moves her mouth back to the cock Sabrina's still sucking on and they start kissing each other, hard, on the "My my," Evelyn murmurs after the waiter leaven. "No, not really." SMITH, DONIE 25 BANKS, ALONZO 22 C 11-AUG-1927 7-344 She emits a small sigh of worry, then, as if asking, lowers her voice. "Detective Donald Kimball?" "Hey, whoa, Patrick," he says, holding his hands up, backing off. "Patrick…" "You're a clod. It's an excellent book. His theory remains we shouldn't feel restricted from wearing a sweater vest with a suit," I say. "Did you hear me call you a clod?" "Yes…" I'm mildly irritated that Van Patten has done his homework but asks for advice nonetheless. I calmly continue. "With discreet, pinstripes you should wear a subdued blue or charcoal gray vest. A plaid suit would call for a bolder vest." "Patrick," Evelyn says. "Stop it." STOVER, CALVIN 22 REED, ELLA 18 28-OCT-1916 6-127 Inwardly cringing, I close my eyes and sigh. "Robert Hall. Not the one whose parents own half of, like, Washington? Not the one who was" - I gulp - "captain of the crew team? Six feet?" SHY, LAWRENCE EDWARD 63 PERSER, EFFIE 59 31-OCT-1963 14-232 SHELTON, CARRIE 17 AMIS, DAVID 25 11-MAY-1902 4-136 SMITH, BONNIE 18 FULLER, DOUGLAS 21 31-OCT-1959 13-233 "I'm having the pilot fish," I say. "I'm developing a taste for them. For… pilot fish," I say, nodding. Norme sulle tecniche di procreazione medicalmente assistita (3221) "Where did you meet her?" His face crumples and he gasps, his voice raspy, "What am I gonna do?" SOUERHEAVER, B.F. 47 RODGERS, ADA 32 09-FEB-1919 6-265 "Can I help you?" the real estate agent, Mrs. Wolfe I'm guessing, intrudes. She has a very angular thin face, the nose is large, distressingly real-looking, heavily lipsticked mouth, white-blue eyes. She's wearing a wool boucle jacket, washed silk blouse, shoes, earrings, a bracelet, from where? I don't know. Maybe she's younger than forty. "A millennium," I whisper, turning around, nearing her. "Bad habit," I point out. "Weren't you with Kyria the last time you were there?" Goodrich asks. "Wasn't that the low point?" SMITH, HENRY 24 JACKSON, NANNIE BELLE 18 18-SEP-1932 8-413 "Wait," she gasps. SCALLION, JAMES TROY Jr 52 LOCKE, (M) LINDA 36 28-JUL-1980 16-442 "Water sports are of course the leading attraction. But golf courses and tennis courts are in excellent condition and the pros at many of the resorts are made more available during the summer. Many of the courts are lit for night playing as well…" Adesso bisognerà esaminare come dare applicazione a iniziative di censura e di repressione e come attuare un’azione preventiva, in modo da raggiungere l’obiettivo sperato e cioè che questi avvenimenti non accadano, ma se dovessero accadere ancora dovrebbe essere possibile individuare subito i colpevoli e infliggere loro la punizione che meritano a tutela dei cittadini che vogliono sicurezza e rispetto "totale" della legge. "No," Evelyn continues, also amused. "It's that she's really in love with her real estate broker. Some little twerp over at The Feathered Nest." "Bouncy as a beach ball," Van Patter says. SHELBY, BILLIE J. 22 WOOLDRIDGE, BEULAH 18 26-DEC-1928 7-458 Van Patten and McDermott sit silently for a minute before Craig, concerned and his brow creased in thought, says, 'That's a good one." "I'm shaking," Price says, handing me the small envelope. "You open it." (3-01836) (17 novembre 2004) SMITH, OSCAR 21 DANGERFIELD, ALBERTA 18 C 27-DEC-1905 4-383 Noi ribadiamo con forza, anche in questa occasione, le nostre proposte: potenziamento degli organici con strutture moderne e presenze dotate di forti poteri di intervento; stretta collaborazione tra le forze di polizia con ulteriore unificazione di tutte le centrali operative e dell'intero sistema di elaborazione e di informazioni attraverso piani coordinati per il controllo del territorio; capacità di stabilire nuove agevolazioni fiscali in favore di commercianti per l'adozione di sistemi di protezione e vigilanza; assicurazione di una piena funzionalità di tutti i tribunali della provincia, che troppo spesso versano in condizioni di assoluto degrado, per garantire, soprattutto nelle aree a rischio, processi più rapidi e funzionali. "Did you have any trouble getting reservations at Propheteers?" I ask, cutting him off. "Yes, Mr. Bateman?" In entrambi i casi, l'intervento delle forze dell'ordine ha impedito che venissero commessi reati più gravi e lo stesso intervento è stato effettuato nei tempi e con i modi suggeriti dalla loro professionalità ed esperienza, cioè col fine di tutelare al meglio innanzitutto l'incolumità dei lavoratori e dei cittadini presenti negli esercizi commerciali. In altri termini, in queste due occasioni non è stato possibile effettuare gli arresti in flagranza di reato. She swallows, glaring at me. "Lighten up, Bateman. What do you want from me, you gorgeous stud? An AIDS test? Oh my god, speaking of which, that guy over there, Krafft? Yep. No loss." She's not saying anything and I can suddenly sense her sadness, flat and calm, like a daydream. "What are you trying to say?" she asks lamely, blushing. SIMMONS, CLARENCE 25 GREEN, OLLIE 31 18-DEC-1912 5-349 SPAKES, HAVIS 43 GUFFY, ETHEL FAYE GREENLEE 37 02-MAY-1980 16-422 At Harry's "Aren't you going to defend your girlfriend?" Evelyn asks Daniel. SMITH, BLANDY 18 LARKIN, RICH 21 C 30-JUL-1905 4-351 "Bleach-ee?" I ask her. "Are you trying to say bleach-ee?" I shake my head, disbelieving. "Bleach-ee? Oh my god." SINGLETON, LEAH 18 TAISE, ANTHONY 21 21-OCT-1900 4-35 SINGLETON, EMERSON V. Jr 23 SEARS, LINDA D. 17 C 20-FEB-1970 15-333 "Why?" Van Patten wants to know. more elegant than notched ones. Low-slung pockets have a flapped double-besom design - above the flap there's a slit trimmed on either side with a flat narrow strip of cloth. Four buttons form a low-slung square; above it, about where the lapels cross, there are two more buttons. The trousers are deeply pleated and cut full in order to continue the flow of the wide jacket. An extended waist is cut slightly higher in the front. Tabs make the suspenders fit well at the center back. The tie is a dotted silk design by Valentino Couture. The shoes are crocodile loafers by A. Testoni. While I'm dressing the TV is kept on to The Patty Winters Show. Today's guests are women with multiple personalities. A nondescript overweight older woman is on the screen and Patty's voice is heard asking, "Well, is it schizophrenia or what's the deal? Tell us." SPAKES, SHIRLEY 18 VINSON, KENNETH 18 13-NOV-1954 12-559 "I would demand to wear Ray-Ban sunglasses. Expensive Ray-Bans," I say carefully. "In fact I would demand that everyone would have to wear Ray-Ban sunglasses." "Patrick," he calls out. a chi sia affidata la programmazione turistica, perché e sulla scorta di quali competenze; "I said we are totally booked," he shouts. "No." I shrug. "Just reasonable." l’interrogante chiede di sapere quali siano le valutazioni del Ministro in indirizzo sulla situazione e quali i suoi intendimenti in ordine all'opportunità di: "Don't you find some minks are too… fluffy?" Daisy asks. "Great," Price says, pocketing it. "Thursday?" "Of course." Courtney gets up and I watch as her shoes click away into the kitchen. ice its absence, not even when I threw it in the walk-in freezer, wrapped in one of her sweaters from Bergdorf Goodman. We had to leave the Hamptons because I would find myself standing over our bed in the hours before dawn, with an ice pick gripped in my fist, waiting for Evelyn to open her eyes. At my suggestion, one morning over breakfast, she agreed, and on the last Sunday before Labor Day we returned to Manhattan by helicopter. "Do you want to hold or should I call you back?" he asks. SHELBY, JOHNNIE 35 SLAUGHTER, CLARA 37 11-APR-1942 10-332 "Personally," he says, confiding, "I think the guy went a little nutso. Split town for a while. Maybe he did go to London. Sightseeing. Drinking. Whatever. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he'll turn up sooner or later." SMITH, ALLEN 48 PRIM, (M) ELISA 36 C 08-DEC-1934 9-30 "What could be more fun?" I say, unsure. The cab has noticed Daisy and stopped. RESOCONTO SOMMARIO "Well, I had the Ransom account and things just fell into place." He shrugs helplessly, the smooth bastard. "You know?" STEWART, (M) ORA MAE 44 STEWART, E.C. 53 07-AUG-1946 11-251 "Well." I sigh. "He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess." Really stumped, I offer, "He… ate a balanced diet." April Fools "Brussels," he shouts, checking his Rolex. "But it's doubtful if we'll make it." "Yes?" I ask. "Well?" "Screw that. What about the Shepard thing? The Shepard account?" "Connolly?" Price guesses. STANFIELD, L. VIRGINIA 24 SUMRO, JAMES J. 30 22-FEB-1876 1-64 "What in the fuck is Morrison wearing?" Preston asks himself. "Is that really a glen-plaid suit with a checkered shirt?" STEWART, H.M. 28 StJOHN, ADDIE 25 27-DEC-1903 4-256 SIPES, BENNY GLEN 18 BARBER, PATRICIA ANN 16 06-MAY-1974 16-66 "Cheer up." Hamlin chortles. Bethany takes the slip of paper and unfolds it. "Evelyn," I sigh. "I'm sorry. You're just… not terribly important… to me." On the TV screen in Harry's is The Patty Winters Show, which is now on in the afternoon and is up against Geraldo Rivera, Phil Donahue and Oprah Winfrey. Today's topic is Does Economic Success Equal Happiness? The answer, in Harry's this afternoon, is a roar of resounding "Definitely," followed by much hooting, the guys all cheering together in a friendly way. On the screen now are scenes from President Bush's inauguration early this year, then a speech from former President Reagan, while Patty delivers a hard-to-hear commentary. Soon a tiresome debate forms over whether he's lying or not, even though we don't, can't, hear the words. The first and really only one to complain is Price, who, though I think he's bothered by something else, uses this opportunity to vent his frustration, looks inappropriately stunned, asks, "How can he lie like that? How can he pull that shit?" McDermott clicks back on. "Okay. Now where to?" STOCKER, PAUL W. 25 JACKSON, RUTHIE 23 C 06-MAR-1938 9-442 SMART, LYDIA 27 BLACKWELL, MATT 38 12-JUL-1900 4-21 "It really says this, Patrick." She hands me the fortune, a slight smile creeping up on her face that I can make out even in the darkness of the limo. "What could it possibly mean?" she asks slyly. SPAKES, HALLETT* 18 GARDNER, LUTHER 23 23-DEC-1928 7-461 My thigh muscles tense. "What?" "Oh my god," she gasps, disgusted. "Where's the check?" Stuck, I pause again, then pretend to mull it over. "No, it's okay. I like to watch it… without cable." Le indagini svolte finora sui due episodi hanno condotto all'identificazione di 80 persone, tra cui alcuni dei più noti leaders dell'antagonismo nazionale. Nella giornata di ieri è stata trasmessa all'autorità giudiziaria una prima dettagliata informativa di reato. Senatore Pedrizzi, davvero non ho capito - lo dico con umiltà - la connessione tra gli episodi di cui stiamo discutendo e le elezioni americane, l’ordine e la legge in una situazione come quella americana, che registra la strage di civili in Iraq, le cui vittime ormai assommano a decine e decine di migliaia (Commenti del senatore Pedrizzi). Non credo che ciò abbia a che fare con la nostra situazione. t could be Bruce Barker from Morgan Stanley, whoever, and he says "Hey, Kinsley" and I belch into his face, my eyes rolling back into my head, greenish bile dripping in strings from my bared fangs, and he suggests, unfazed, "See you at Fluties, okay? Severt too?" I screech and while backing away I bump into a fruit stand at a Korean deli, collapsing stacks of apples and oranges and lemons, that go rolling onto the sidewalk, over the curb and into the street where they're splattered by cabs and cars and buses and trucks and I'm apologizing, delirious, offering a screaming Korean my platinum AmEx accidentally, then a twenty, which he immediately takes, but still he grabs me by the lapels of the stained, wrinkled jacket I've forced myself back into and when I look up into his slanty-eyed round face he suddenly bursts into the chorus of Lou Christie's "Lightnin' Strikes." I pull away, horrified, stumbling uptown, toward home, but people, places, stores keep interrupting me, a drug, dealer on Thirteenth Street who because I told both of them to let me know when they had orgasms and to be very vocal about it. VILLONE (DS-U). Grazie, signor Presidente. The waitress reappears, setting the drinks down along with a bowl of grapefruit sorbet. Taylor looks at it and says, blinking, "I didn't order this." SPAKES, BOBBY RAY 21 WINSTON, ODELL 18 04-OCT-1951 12-241 She looks up from the menu and puts down the iceless drink SINGLETON, JOHN 33 ROGERS, FANNIE 18 14-AUG-1881 1-475 "But wait, Harold. What-do-you-mean?" I repeat emphatically. "Shit," I say, running around the limo to get Evelyn out of there before something bad happens, but it's too late. The second I open the door, Evelyn sticks her head out and squeals, "Patrick, darling, I love it. Champagne" - she holds up a bottle of Cristal in one hand and a gold box in the other - "and truffles too." "Don't have lunch with him next week at the Yale Club," she says, smiling for a photographer, the flash blinding us momentarily. SCARBOROUGH, PAUL WAYNE 25 DEDMAN, LINDA 21 02-JUN-1963 14-153 "We've met," she says again, glaring harder. STEWART, FRANK 25 THORNTON, DORA 20 23-FEB-1902 4-122 "And what does Mr. Grinch want for Christmas?" Evelyn asks in a baby's voice. "Has Mr. Grinchie been a good boy this year?" SMITH, DAISEY BELLE 21 STATEN, ARET 37 C 13-NOV-1943 10-522 "Ah, cheer up, Bateman," he says, slapping me on the back, then massaging my neck. "What's the matter? No shiatsu this morning?" SINGLETON, LUCILE 21 MORRIS, ELIJA 24 C 24-DEC-1936L 9-291 "But…" I stare helplessly at the glittering necklace. "That's not it." STACKS, RUPERT 22 SMITH, BERNICE 20 23-FEB-1934 8-579 "…Groton, Lawrenceville, Milton, Exeter, Kent, Saint Paul's, Hotchkiss, Andover, Milton, Choate… oops, already said Milton…" "You don't need to lose any weight," she says, genuinely surprised. "You're kidding, right? You look great. Very fit." "That's the spirit," I say. We take turns digging our respective cards into the envelope until what we can't get with the cards we press our fingers into and snort or lick off the tips then rub into our gums. I'm not anywhere near high but another J&B might give the body a false enough impression to kick in some kind of rush no matter how weak. "Luis," I say, forcing myself to make eye contact. "Please leave me alone. Go away." SINGLETON, LAURA 19 BAKER, GEORGE 22 05-SEP-1899 3-552 "Do you think they had an automated teller back there?" Luis asks. "So, McDermott, what's wrong?" I smirk. "Long line at the Stairmaster this morning?" "Well, I don't think that's true. I think a lot of snowflakes are alike… and I think a lot of people are alike too." "Pat Bateman," I repeat. "What, ah, what is it?" si chiede di sapere: "She's talking to Cecilia over there," he says. "Meredith," he calls out, waving. I turn around. Meredith and Evelyn make their way over to us. "And this is because they have to make up for how fucking unattractive they are," Hamlin says, sitting back in his chair. "Yeah. Not bad, huh?" (Vedi ordine del giorno) SCROGGINS, BERTHA 22 TEAGUE, HENRY 24 03-FEB-1928 7-391 SODANO Tommaso (Misto-RC). Domando di parlare. SNIDER, BARBARA 18 OWSLEY, ROBERT LEE 21 23-JUL-1952 12-344 "Sightseeing is highlighted by the European culture which established many of the islands as regional fortresses in the seventeen hundreds. Visitors can see the various spots where Columbus landed and as we near the three hundredth anniversary of his first sailing in 1590 there is a heightened awareness in the islands as to the history and culture that is an integral part of island life…" SIPES, NANNIE 18 HUNTER, JAMES 25 28-JUL-1898 3-496 "Marcus! Merry Christmas," Owen says, shaking my hand. "How've you been? Workaholic, I suppose." STARK, HAROLD 24 MARTIN, LEE 18 16-JUN-1906 4-419 "Oh my god," she cries out. "You didn't have any on?" "Gee, I'm not sure," McDermott says. "Is that what you're trying to tell us, Bateman?" Jolted by the sound of a real voice, I turn around and it's someone I recognize from my building, someone I've seen a number of times lingering in the lobby, staring admiringly at me whenever I run into her. She's older than me, late twenties, okay-looking, a little overweight, wearing a jogging suit - from where, Bloomingdale's? I have no idea - and she's… beaming. Taking off her sunglasses she offers a wide smile. "Hi Patrick, I thought it was you." SMITH, ALEX 65 BELIN, LESSIE 52 C 27-FEB-1949 11-562 While the maоtre d' seats a couple who I'm pretty sure are Kate Spencer and Jason Lauder, Jean and I move up to his podium, where the reservation book lies open, names absurdly legible, and leaning over it casually I spot the only name for two at nine without a line drawn through it, which happens to be - oh Jesus - Schrawtz. I sigh, and tapping my foot, my mind racing, I try to concoct some kind of feasible plan. Suddenly I turn to Jean and say, "Why don't you go to the women's room." "Who made you boss?" McDermott whines. STONE, JOANN 20 JOHNSON, LEON 19 28-JUN-1957 13-51 STROM, GUST 23 PERKINS, ELIZA 19 09-APR-1893 3-211 SEARCY, ROBERT LEE 20 HAMILTON, MARY IRENE 19 01-NOV-1934 9-18 "It's… I think it's Belinda Carlisle," I guess. "I'm not sure." "I'm not really sure," I say. SELVEY, (M) JOYE 31 HANKINS, CHARLIE M. 36 27-MAR-1964 14-281 The conversation follows its own rolling accord - no real structure or topic or internal logic or feeling; except, of course, for its own hidden, conspiratorial one. Just words, and like in a movie, but one that has been transcribed improperly, most of it overlaps. I'm having a sort of hard time paying attention because my automated teller has started speaking to me, sometimes actually leaving weird messages on the screen, in green lettering, like "Cause a Terrible Scene at Sotheby's" or "Kill the President" or "Feed Me a Stray Cat," and I was freaked out by the park bench that followed me for six blocks last Monday evening and it too spoke to me. Disintegration - I'm taking it in stride. Yet the only question I can muster up at first and add to the conversation is a worried "I'm not going anywhere if we don't have a reservation someplace, so do we have a reservation someplace or not?" I notice that we're all drinking dry beers. Am I the only one who notices this? I'm also wearing mock-tortoiseshell glasses t "We couldn't get into Zeus Bar," Hamlin says. "So it's Kaktus." Courtney is standing on the other side of the room, holding a champagne glass and ignoring me completely. BOBBIO Luigi (AN). Ringrazia il Ministro e tutto il personale dipendente dal suo dicastero per l'attività meritoriamente svolta nella città di Napoli, che tuttavia potrebbe essere più efficace se improntata a maggiore chiarezza e rigore. Il condivisibile appello del Ministro all'unità di intenti a livello politico ed istituzionale non deve impedire di delineare chiaramente le rispettive sfere di competenza e di responsabilità, così come le eventuali negligenze. Pertanto, se la tutela della legalità rientra certamente tra i compiti del Ministro dell’interno, bisogna anche chiedersi quali interventi siano stati posti in essere dal Comune e dalla Regione per impedire che la camorra si appropriasse di intere parti della città assoggettandole ad una totale illegalità; allo stesso modo, benché sia doveroso il dialogo con la magistratura napoletana, non si può eludere l'interrogativo circa la produttività della procura nell’azione di contrasto alla camorra, o se non sia eccessiva la discrezionalità nell'applicazione "Lucky Jew bastard," Preston says. Detto documento è stato trasmesso, ai sensi dell'articolo 34, comma 1, secondo periodo, del Regolamento, alla 5a e alla 13a Commissione permanente. "Hey, Halberstam," he asks, managing to slur both words. I pause, having no idea what I'm talking about. "Yeah . . Yale thing." SHERRILL, ROBBI J. 26 SHERRILL, G.B. 35 06-AUG-1986 17-161 SMITH, THEOPLIS 21 CLARY, ARNELL 19 C 06-APR-1955 12-576 "Where did Greg go?" Libby asks, noticing McDermott's absence. SHEPHERD, W.A. 24 DANLEY, RENA 19 26-SEP-1926 7-296 "Actually, where do you go, Bateman?" Van Patten asks. "For a tan." Il Ministro degli affari esteri, con lettera in data 11 novembre 2004, ha inviato, ai sensi dell'articolo 14, della legge 11 agosto 2003 n. 231, la prima relazione sulla partecipazione italiana alle operazioni internazionali in corso, relativa ai primi due semestri di attuazione (Doc. CCIX, n. 1). In a matter of seconds she becomes frantic, barely able to contain the rising hysteria that's surging through her body. I'm not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. "But what about the past? Our past?" she asks again, uselessly. STOTT, PATSY PAULETTE 24 WILLIAMSON, ALLAN THURMAN 39 17-AUG-1966 14-548 BERGAMO - Ai Ministri dell'ambiente e per la tutela del territorio e delle attività produttive - Premesso che: "How were they?" she asks. "I liked the new CD a lot." "Whoa, hold on there, little buddy," McDermott says, backing off in mock fear. The two of them giggle like idiots and give each other high-five, completely unaware that I'd cut his hands off, and much more, with pleasure. "Well." I falter, quickly regain composure. "We're just going to meet there. We're really going to" - my mind races, lands on something - "Chernoble." I take another sip of champagne from the tumbler. SNEED, (M) NETTIE B. 56 HOPSON, F.B. 69 23-SEP-1925 7-233 "Get a goddamn job, Al," I say earnestly. "You've got a negative attitude. That's what's stopping you. You've got to get your act together. I'll help you." but she is relentless. Her eyes, I swear, intermittently tear. Naturalmente anche - ma direi soprattutto - i problemi dei minori non possono certo essere affrontati in termini di mera repressione. Occorre qui, più che in ogni altro campo, l’impegno coordinato di tutte le istituzioni competenti. In questa chiave è impostato il progetto del PON Sicurezza, riservato ai minori a rischio di sette quartieri disagiati. "That's like saying you're a poet." Timothy is drunk and I'm beginning to wonder when he will vacate the premises. SMITH, WILLIE 21 PHILLIPS, IDELLA 18 07-MAR-1920 6-349 "L. F. Rothschild," Anne says, about to look at Courtney for confirmation, but then at me. "Right?" "I know, but…" She stalls, washing her hands in the sink. "Never mind." I stare at her, hard. se e quali azioni siano state intraprese da parte delle forze dell’ordine per garantire l’ordine pubblico e l’incolumità delle persone. SMITH, ANNIE MAE 32 McLEOD, BOSTON 47 26-DEC-1973 16-41 STEPHENS, MARCIE 52 PARSON, MAURICE 65 30-DEC-1986 17-194 STEWART, EFFIE 21 SHELBY, BEAUFORD 21 26-JAN-1909 5-116 The driver brings the cab to a stop. Two cabs behind this cab both blare their horns then move on. gli interroganti chiedono di sapere: Una ventina di attivisti del movimento dei "disobbedienti" ha inscenato una protesta all'interno del Supermercato "Pam", chiedendo di ottenere uno sconto del 20 per cento sul valore della spesa effettuata e bloccando nel contempo i varchi cassa. All'esterno era stato esposto uno striscione riportante la scritta "Contro il carovita reddito diritti dignità - sconto del 20 per cento - invisibili rete del precariato sociale". All'iniziativa hanno preso parte anche rappresentanti dell'RDB - CUB del settore autoferrotranvieri. La trattativa condotta da Luca Casarini si è conclusa con la determinazione da parte della direzione dell'esercizio commerciale di emettere scontrini a prezzo pieno e non scontato a fronte della corresponsione da parte dei "disobbedienti" solo dell'80 per cento di quanto dovuto, salva la possibilità di intraprendere successive azioni legali di rivalsa. Alla luce di ciò, i rappresentanti degli autoferrotranvieri, non avendo ottenuto lo sconto in modo ufficiale e cioè facendolo comparire sullo "Doesn't Luis own one, Courtney?" Anne asks, and then tapping Courtney's arm, "Courtney?" SHULTZ, IVA PEARL 26 GINNETT, ROBERT D. 29 18-MAR-1951 12-150 "I think you are totally brilliant and incredibly… brilliant," I say in monotone. "Talk about what?" I ask incredulously, opening my eyes. SCOBY, (Ms) M.E. 20 WILLSHINE, A.P. 22 29-OCT-1906 4-443 A blond girl close enough to physical perfection, with big tits and a Les Misйrables playbill in one hand, wearing a long rayon matte-jersey evening dress by Michael Kors from Bergdorf Goodman, Manolo Blahnik shoes and gold-plated chandelier earrings by Ricardo Siberno, stops by to say hello to Sean and though I would fuck this girl, Sean ignores her flirtatious manner and refuses to introduce me. During this encounter Sean is completely rude, yet the girl leaves smiling, raising a gloved hand. "We'll be at Mortimer's. Later." He nods, staring at my water glass, then waves down a waiter and orders a Scotch, straight. "Well, at least it's not green and I haven't tried to cut it with a butter knife," Tim says, referring to Vanden's dye job and Stash's admittedly cheap, bad haircut. A haircut that's bad because it's cheap. She stands there only a little stunned, and after she looks down at herself, she smiles like some kind of cretin. "You don't like this, I take it," she says humbly. SHULTZ, HATTIE 19 GRIFFIN, THOMAS 24 12-OCT-1900 4-33 "Because of you," he says. SCALERA (Mar-DL-U). Domando di parlare. SMITH, ALBERT 22 DOLE, JENNIE 21 05-SEP-1920 6-383 "I'm not," she says, trying to act casual. "I just want to know if you're disappointed in me for admitting this." Bipop-Carire: componenti organizzative facenti capo alla Funzione Risorse tecnologiche che svolge servizi informatici e di back-office per un totale di 158 dipendenti; STORM, PONY 21 STEWART, FAYE 18 05-SEP-1947 11-406 "Vacationers who can't take a full week away will find the Caribbean an ideal spot for the alternative weekend escape. Eastern Airlines has created its Weekender Club which includes many Caribbean destinations and enables members to visit many places at sharply reduced prices which I know doesn't matter but I still think people are going SIMS, A.L. 21 HALL, JENNIE 18 14-OCT-1906 4-441 "What?" she asks, distracted. (4-07729) "No-we-are-not." SCRIBNER, BEATRICE 45 PENNINGTON, JAMES WESLEY 45 23-SEP-1967 15-52 SCOTT, LARON 47 DEMPSEY, ROSALEE D. 47 30-DEC-1988 17-333 St JOHN, LONNIE 21 JOHNSON, EULA MAY 18 05-SEP-1920 6-388 BOBBIO Luigi, PONTONE, IERVOLINO, BONATESTA, LAURO, CRINO'. - Al Presidente del Consiglio dei ministri e ai Ministri dell'interno e della giustizia. – Premesso: "That's a good idea. I like it a lot," Anne says, picking up a small violet off her plate and sniffing the flower before placing it carefully on her tongue. She's wearing a red, purple and black hand-knitted mohair and wool sweater from Koos Van Den Akker Couture and slacks from Anne Klein, with suede open-toe pumps. "The grays are too muted and so are the taupes and navies. Definite winged lapels, subtle plaids, polka dots and stripes are Armani. Not Emporio, " I shout, extremely irritated that she doesn't know this, can't differentiate, both my hands covering both ears. "There's a difference. Which one's The Ledge?" "I am innocent," I shout with utter conviction. She continues to concentrate on the bottle of Stoli. I decide not to continue the conversation and just slap the drink tickets on the bar as she places the two glasses in front of me. But she shakes her head and shouts, "It's after eleven. Those aren't good anymore. It's a cash bar. That'll be twenty-five dollars," and without complaining, playing it totally cool, I pull out my gazelleskin wallet and hand her a fifty which she eyes, I swear, contemptuously and, sighing, turns to the cash register and finds my change and I say, staring at her, quite clearly but muffed by "Pump Up the Volume" and the crowd, "You are a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab to death and play around with your blood," but I'm smiling. I leave the cunt no tip and find Price who is standing again, morosely, by the railings, his hands gripping the steel bars. Paul Owen, who is handling the Fisher account, is wearing a six-button double-breasted wool tuxedo and he stands next to Price screaming something like "Ran five hundred iterations o SPEAKES, HARRY 22 JONES, EDNA 19 06-AUG-1916 6-116 "Uh, no," I stall. "There's one… down here." Tunnel "You want some money?" I ask gently. "Some… food?" "That's good." She smiles - am I dreaming this? - relieved. SPENCER, ARLIE 21 SMITH, JEWELL 18 20-AUG-1923 7-96 "Waiter?" I call to someone passing by. "Another drink? J&B?" I point to the glass, upset that I phrased it as a question rather than a command. "Next Saturday?" I ask, checking my Rolex again. "Why don't we just forget this shit and bash some Japs," Hamlin suggests. "Then find the perfect body." SMITH, (M) EUNICE 54 SMITH, TOM G. 54 22-MAR-1963 14-124 SWEENEY, GERALYN ANNETTE 18 CALLISON, MICHAEL NEWELL 21 08-APR-1961 13-379 "You don't know how long I've wanted it…" He's sighing, rubbing my shoulders, trembling. "Ever since that Christmas party at Arizona 206. You know the one, you were wearing that red striped paisley Armani tie." "You and… Luis?" I ask. "Luis has terrible taste in cologne," I mutter, picking up a bottle of Paco Rabanne, sniffing it. SPAKES, SUE 22 BALLEW, JOHNNIE B. 25 20-MAY-1961 13-392 STONE, HENRY E. 38 ANDERSON, BIRDELL 28 18-APR-1909 5-128 "No," he says, then after sipping his drink, "She's a model. Anorexic, alcoholic, uptight bitch. Totally French." "Well, it was very interesting," I tell her, breathing in air. "It was almost like a debate, about whether he's gotten cynical or not." SPAKES, ODELL 49 CULPEPPER, NELLIE MAE MANN 46 03-JUL-1968 15-145 er mouth hungrily, like an animal, and uncontrollably they start humping each other, pressing their cunts together, Elizabeth moaning loudly, wrapping her legs around Christie's hips, bucking up against her, Christie's legs spread in such a way that, from behind, I can see her cunt, wet and spread, and above it, her hairless pink asshole. "Oh god, Patrick," she says, her eyes shut. "Why Price? Price?" And she says this in a way that makes me think she has had sex with him. Evelyn sighs, relieved, and then says, "Is it warm in here?" The man passes under the fluorescent glare of a streetlamp with a troubled look on his face that momentarily curls his lips into a slight smile and he glances at Price almost as if they were acquainted but just as quickly he realizes that he doesn't know Price and just as quickly Price realizes it's not Victor Powell and the man moves on. "Did you talk to him?" I ask. SPRINKLER, CALVIN Jr 19 HENRY, MARIE 17 C 07-JUL-1946 11-252 STOVER, TRAVIS 20 LYNN, BARBARA 17 03-NOV-1961 13-468 questi episodi di «esproprio proletario» sono assolutamente censurabili in quanto atti illegali e perseguiti dal codice penale, SMITH, QUINN ESTHER 19 JOHNSON, CHARLIE 21 C 24-SEP-1944 10-589 She throws a pillow over her head and mumbles something, retreating into a fetal position. I think she's starting to cry. Kimball looks confused. "He had a yacht?" STOVER, CLAUDE 19 GRAVES, PAULINE 18 24-DEC-1943 10-527 STUBBLEFIELD, MANSEL 39 COMPTON, ARETHIE 21 C 15-APR-1928 7-410 Changing the subject, I ask, "Who chose that place anyway?" I pour the two girls wine and then make myself a J&B on the rocks with a little water. "The restaurant, I mean." back, looking white now because of the bath, I place her on the couch next to Sabrina - they nod hello - and then I take a seat in the Nordian chrome and teakwood chair across from the couch. I decide it's probably best if we get to know each other before we adjourn to the bedroom and so I break a long, not unpleasant silence by clearing my throat and asking a few questions. SIMS, LIZZIE 38 BRYANT, G.B. 54 08-FEB-1911 5-236 "Now listen, I have a very important lunch meeting - I check my Rolex - "at Hubert's in thirty minutes" - then looking back at the woman's flat, slanty - eyed face-"and I need those… no, wait, twenty minutes. I have a lunch meeting at Hubert's in twenty minutes with Ronald Harrison and I need those sheets cleaned by this afternoon." "No," she says, fanning herself with a playbill from Les Misйrables someone left in the backseat of the cab, which isn't air-conditioned and even with both windows open she keeps fanning herself. "Just slightly… tipsy.." SUMMERS, CLINTON 61 WILSON, (M) LUCILLE 66 C 30-JUN-1962 13-583 She offers a sad, perplexed glance. "What?" I sigh, but then begin gravely, "I'm not going to push the issue, but-" SHEETS, Jo ANN 26 FLOWERS, JOHN E. 30 10-MAR-1962 13-524 "What's wrong with Elizabeth?" Van Patten asks. "Hello, Patrick," she says. "Don't have a hissy fit, Courtney," I sigh, my hands on her back. "And… what?" I ask. "You have a poster of Oliver North in your apartment and you're calling me unstable?" she asks, searching for something else in the handbag. "Or maybe I didn't," I wonder aloud. "Maybe I… was it covered by MTV?" "Pardon?" I say, confused. "Negative," I tell her as I walk into my office. "Cancel it." SALLEE, RUSSELL 21 JOHNSON, ANNA 19 27-MAY-1920 6-362 "Furs shouldn't be intimidating." Taylor looks over at me and blankly says, "I'm gradually uncovering some startling information here." nd the blood-soaked room carrying the head, which feels warm and weightless, on my dick. This is amusing for a while but I need to rest so I remove the head, placing it in Paul's oak and teak armoire, and then I'm sitting in a chair, naked, covered with blood, watching HBO on Owen's TV, drinking a Corona, complaining out loud, wondering why Owen doesn't have Cinemax. SANDINE, ANNIE 16 CASH, HENRY 18 15-AUG-1926 7-289 Charles signs the slip and while placing his gold American Express card back into his wallet he turns to me and recognizes someone over my shoulder. "But she's not ours," McDermott says, fidgeting with the menu he's yanked from a passing busboy. si chiede di sapere quali provvedimenti si intenda adottare per prevenire e/o reprimere l’ondata di crimini che imperversano nella città di Napoli e nell’intera regione Campania. "Price?" I take a large gulp of Scotch. "You're priceless…" "BMW." He smiles. "Little black beamer." SMITH, JAMES E. 21 ROGERS, MARIE 18 31-OCT-1959 13-232 "Either a full length or…" Libby stops and thinks hard for a minute. "I saw this short, cuddly wrap…" "His girlfriend doesn't think so," Kimball says tonelessly. "Car?" I ask. "Did you rent while in Phoenix?" Stash is still staring at the sushi with an intensity that troubles me and I have to ask him, hoping he will catch my sarcasm, "Did it, uh, move again or something?" Daisy stares at me blankly for a minute, before asking, "And then?" "Besides that," Hamlin moans impatiently. SUMRO, JAMES J. 30 STANFIELD, L. VIRGINIA 24 22-FEB-1876 1-64 My sanity is in danger of fading, right here in Barney's, and I grab Luis by the collar, scrunching it up in my fist, and pulling his face very close to mine, I whisper, under my breath, "Listen to me, Luis. Are you listening to me? I usually don't warn people, Luis. So-be-thankful-I-am-warning-you." SINGLETON, (M) ALICE 38 DUNCAN, JEFF 45 20-MAR-1909 5-122 "Lucky bastard," someone else murmurs. "Yes?" I fork a piece of monkfish, push it into some of the golden caviar, then place the fork back down. "Might as well hire someone from an escort service," he shouts bitterly, almost without thinking. "We can't go on like this,' he impatiently cuts me off. "I can' go on like this." Unione nazionale incremento razze equine (UNIRE)(Atto n. 580); "Yes." Certo, nella città di Napoli e nella Provincia c’è paura; ma ci sono anche grandi fenomeni di coraggio, come quelli che sono stati citati dai colleghi; ci sono tuttavia alcune aree in cui lo Stato è assente, dove l’unica ad avere il potere e la forza di poter dettare le sue leggi è la camorra. "Something is turning into nothing very quickly," I warn. "That's all I'm saying." "He is unusually short, Evelyn," I counter. "Are you sure he wasn't at your Christmas party" - and then, my voice lowered - "serving hors d'oeuvres?" "White Rock seltzer is an exception," I mention, nonplussed by McDermott's ridiculous, incessant one-upmanship. "Ramlцsa sparkling mineral water is also very good." "Oh Patrick." She smiles. "How sweet." STARKS, BIRDIE 16 WRIGHT, WILLIAM OTHA 18 31-JAN-1927 7-319 "Something more immediate," Price shouts back. "Hey, what's the correct way to wear a cummerbund?" he asks. "It wasn't very good," I say uselessly, looking at her. She narrows her eyes with suspicion. "Do you have something against me, Patrick?" And then the hardness in her face changes instantaneously to expectation, maybe hope. I tell the chauffeur to head over to the meat-packing district just west of Nell's, near the bistro Florent, to look for prostitutes and after heavily scanning the area twice - actually, I've spent months prowling this section of town for the appropriate babe - I find her on the corner of Washington and Thirteenth. She's blond and slim and young, trashy but not an escort bimbo, and most important, she's white, which is a rarity in these parts. She's wearing tight cutoff shorts, a white T-shirt and a cheap leather jacket, and except for a bruise over her left knee her skin is pale all over, including the face, though her thickly lipsticked mouth is done up in pink. Behind her, in four-foot-tall red block letters painted on the side of an abandoned brick warehouse, is the word M E A T and the way the letters are spaced awakens something in me and above the building like a backdrop is a moonless sky, which earlier, in the afternoon, was hung with clouds but tonight isn't. SCOTT, LENTON 21 MARKS, ANNIE 20 04-JUN-1921 6-439 "And high heels," I mention. "I like high heels." SIPES, MARY 19 SHACKLEY, W.T. 23 03-MAR-1892 3-160 "Well…" I pause carefully. "I don't… either." "That would do it," Van Patter agrees. "Did you go? It was grubby, wasn't it?" "Come on." Then, trying to entice her, "I have a 1940s Durgin Gorham four-piece sterling silver tea and coffee set I'd like to show you." "Yes." I can't really look at her and it takes immense effort to unfold the napkin, lay it across my lap, reposition it correctly, busy myself with the wineglass, praying for a waiter, the ensuing silence causing the loudest possible sound. "So did you watch The Patty Winters Show this morning?" STEWART, WILLIAM DAVID 27 PIERCE, LINDA S. 26 22-JUL-1972 15-555 "No, no, no," I tell her adamantly. "No music." …doors, both of which are locked, where he notices the huge Julian Schnabel in the lobby and he realizes wrong fucking building and he whirls around, making a mad scramble for the revolving doors, but the night watchman who tried to get Patrick's attention before now waves him in, as he's about to bolt out of the lobby, "Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Smith? You forgot to sign in," and frustrated, Patrick shoots at him while spinning once, twice through the glass doors which thrust him back into the lobby of god only knows where as the bullet catches the watchman in the throat, knocking him backward, leaving a spray of blood hanging momentarily in midair before drizzling down on the watchman's contorted, twisted face, and the black janitor Patrick has just noticed has been watching the scene from a corner of the lobby, mop in hand, bucket by his feet, drops the mop, raises his hands, and Patrick shoots him right between the eyes, a stream of blood covers his face, the back of his head explodes in a spray, behi "Total cheap alkie," Price murmurs. che la situazione della città di Napoli e della sua provincia impongono di parlare di vero e proprio stato di guerra, con il susseguirsi pressoché quotidiano di omicidi e ferimenti per motivi che vanno dal conflitto fra gruppi di criminalità organizzata alle più futili ragioni; "Ye-e-es?" he asks suspiciously, drawing the word out. "Name?" he says, then turns to a passing waiter, eighteen and model handsome, who'd asked, "Where's da ice?" He's glaring and shouting, "Not… now. Okay? How many times do you need to be told?" The waiter shrugs, humbly, and then the maоtre d' points off toward the bar, "Da ice is over dere!" He turns back to us and I am genuinely frightened. La Corte dei conti - Sezione regionale di controllo per la Calabria - con lettera in data 12 ottobre 2004, ha inviato, ai sensi dell'articolo 3, comma 6, della legge 14 gennaio 1994, n. 20, la seconda relazione sull'inquinamento delle coste e gestione degli impianti di depurazione nei comuni costieri della fascia tirrenica compresi nelle province di Vibo Valentia, Catanzaro e Cosenza (Atto n. 584). "Make a reservation," says the other. STOCKER, ETTA 17 STEWART, ULISHIOUS 21 12-JAN-1919 6-257 "No thank you," I tell her. "Maybe later. In a separate glass." "Some babe who went to Stephens." SCOTT, (M) ANNA 73 PHILLIPS, O.L. 72 07-MAR-1961 13-362 A tale riguardo, ho colto un’assenza, probabilmente è una parte a cui il Ministro non faceva riferimento per ovvi motivi anche di segreto istruttorio, ma io credo che questa conoscenza del fenomeno, di quello che è successo ci rimandi a una carenza delle forze dell’ordine nella Regione Campania e nella provincia di Napoli. (presentato in data 18/11/2004 ) "Shut up," Abdullah growls, cutting me off. "Just shut your fucking mouth." SMART, RICHARD Jr 24 CLARY, ARMILLER 18 C 11-AUG-1956 13-7 SMITH, LEONA 20 DANGERFIELD, MANS 24 08-JUL-1903 4-210 Al disagio sociale si unisce anche quello mentale. Non starò a ricordare le misure proposte dal presidente del tribunale dei minorenni o altre misure circa l’abbassamento della soglia di punibilità da 18 a 16 anni. She takes it; says nothing. Stash starts smelling his fingers. "Bateman," Tim says, still glaring at Evelyn. "Fuck company regulations," I bark out at him. "So long," he says, looking over at the girls before getting up, then he glances at me, rolls his eyes, gives his head a curt shake. "Listen," he reminds me. "I want another martini. Absolut. Double. No olive." "Yes, so have I." He checks his Rolex. "Trent? Denton? Let's split. Reservation's in fifteen.minutes." "Is that… Ivana Trump?" she asks, peering over my shoulder. "All right. I am all right." I try to smile again but I'm sure it looks just like a grimace. "Good question. As for dining out, the Caribbean has become more attractive as the island cuisine has mixed well with the European culture. Many of the restaurants are owned and managed by Americans, British, French, Italian, even Dutch expatriates.. ." Mercifully, he pauses, taking a bite out of his brioche, which looks like a sponge drenched in blood - his brioche looks like a big bloody sponge - and he washes it down with a sip from his Corona. My turn. "Wandering around downstairs. Looking for coke." I shrug. "Silver fox is very popular," one of them says. STOCKER, F.J. 18 BAULKNIGHT, ANNIE B. 18 C 30-DEC-1930 8-216 "Evelyn, the man is barely thirty." She arrives thirty minutes late and I tell the doorman to let her up even though I meet her outside my door while I'm locking it. She isn't wearing the Karl Lagerfeld suit I expected, but she looks pretty decent anyway: a silk gazar blouse with rhinestone cuff links by Louis Dell'Olio and a pair of embroidered velvet pants from Saks, crystal earrings by Wendy Gell for Anne Klein and gold sling-back pumps. I wait until we're in the cab heading midtown to tell her about not going to Dorsia and then I apologize profusely, mention something about disconnected phone lines, a fire, a vengeful maоtre d'. She gives a little gasp when I drop the news, ignores the apologies and turns away from me to glare out the window. I try to placate her by describing how trendy, how luxurious the restaurant we're going to is, explaining its pasta with fennel and banana, its sorbets, but she only shakes her head and then I'm reduced to telling her, oh Christ, about how Barcadia has gotten much more expensive even than Dorsia, Near the docks downtown he swerves off the highway and races the cab toward the end of a deserted parking area and it hits me somewhere, now, this moment, when he drives into and then over a dilapidated, rust-covered aluminum fence, heading toward water, that all I have to do is put the Walkman on, blot out the sound of the cabdriver, but my hands are twisted into paralyzed fists that I can't unclench, held captive in the cab as it hurtles toward a destination only the cabdriver, who is obviously deranged, knows. The windows are rolled down partially and I can feel the cool morning air drying the mousse on my scalp. I feel naked, suddenly tiny. My mouth tastes metallic, then it gets worse. My vision: a winter road. But I'm left with one comforting thought: I am rich - millions are not. Kevin Forrest, who walks in with Charles Murphy, is saying, "My call waiting is busted. Felicia screwed it up somehow." I'm not even paying attention to what they're wearing. But I find myself staring at Murphy's vintage owl cuff links with blue crystal eyes. "Okay…, " she says hesitantly. "Anything else?" "No," Madison shouts, "Hugh." I think. "Who cancels 1500?" I ask. "Arcadia was an ancient region in Peloponnesus, Greece; which was founded in 370 Bs.C., and it was completely surrounded by mountains. Its chief city was… Megalopolis, which was also the center of political activity and the capital of the Arcadian confederacy…" I take a sip of the port, which is thick, strong, expensive. "It was destroyed during the Greek war of independence…" I pause again. "Pan was worshiped originally in Arcadia. Do you know who Pan was?" preminente sarebbe l’intento di migliorare la capacità di relazione delle reti commerciali con la clientela e potenziamento delle strutture di governance, con un impegno del Gruppo per 500 milioni di euro per il triennio 2003-2005; She smiles sadly but in a dumb way. "You never noticed." "Do you take Am Ex?" "My call waiting," I say. "Oh my god. What time is it? My call waiting." (3-01841) (17 novembre 2004) Si dice da tanti magistrati, che sanno bene di avere molto da farsi perdonare (perché molti lavorano, ma molti pensano ad altro, e anche questo va detto), che la colpa è delle leggi: ma chi le interpreta queste leggi? Certo, hanno ragione, le leggi vanno cambiate e di questo tutti noi siamo consapevoli, ma probabilmente le prime a dover essere cambiate (e lo faremo) sono quelle che riguardano gli spazi di discrezionalità della magistratura nel procedere a valutazioni in ordine all’entità della pena e alla libertà personale, quindi alle misure cautelari. "Yeah, I do," McDermott and Van Patten say at the same time. I pause, staring out the window into sky, then at my monitor, then at the headless woman I've been doodling on the back cover of this week's Sports Illustrated, and I run my hand over the glossy finish of the magazine once, twice, before tearing the cover off and crumpling it up. Finally I start. "Tell him…" Then, mulling it over, rethinking my options, I stop and begin again. "Tell him I'm at lunch." "What?" I slip my shoes off, then bend down to pick them up. I look down at the marble floor and also sigh and tell him, "Look. I don't know. Just tell the superintendent it's Bateman… in Ten I." When I bring my head back up to see if any of this has registered I'm greeted by the expressionless mask of the doorman's heavy, stupid face. I am a ghost to this man, I'm thinking. I am something unreal, something not quite tangible, yet still an obstacle of sorts and he nods, gets back on the phone, resumes speaking in a dialect totally alien to me. PRESIDENTE. Va bene, signor Ministro. SHELTON, EUGENNIA W. 18 HALL, GEO W. 21 05-JUN-1879 1-300 MARINO (Misto-Com). Signor Presidente, devo dire sinceramente che ho apprezzato, nei giorni scorsi, le dichiarazioni con cui il Ministro esprimeva la propria personale sofferenza per il dramma della città di Napoli e del suo hinterland, che è un continuum di case e di problemi, da Pozzuoli a Castellammare, con tutto il suo retroterra. Le ho apprezzate molto perché è la sofferenza di tutti quanti noi che abitiamo in una città dove la stragrande maggioranza della popolazione vive del proprio lavoro onestamente e laboriosamente. SMITH, ROSE ANN 21 MOSLEY, STEVE 33 13-NOV-1901 4-134 While this is going on I'm greasing with Vaseline a large white dildo that's connected to a belt. I stand up and hoist Christie off Elizabeth, who is writhing mindlessly on the futon, and I attach the belt around Christie's waist, and then I turn Elizabeth around and position her on all fours and I make Christie fuck her with it doggy style, while I finger Christie's cunt, then her clit, then her asshole, which is so wet and loose from Elizabeth's saliva I'm able to force my index finger into it effortlessly and her sphincter tightens, relaxes, then contracts around it. I make Christie pull the dildo out of Elizabeth's cunt and have Elizabeth lie on her back while Christie fucks her in the missionary position. Elizabeth is fingering her clit while madly French-kissing Christie until, involuntarily, she brings her head back, legs wrapped around Christie's pumping hips, her face tense, her mouth open, her lipstick smeared by Christie's cunt juice, and she yells "oh god I'm coming I'm coming fuck me I'm coming" and drag him into the doorway, his legs tangled somehow in the Schwinn he was riding which works to my advantage since when I slit his throat - easily, effortlessly - the spasmodic kicking that usually accompanies this routine is blocked by the bike, which he still manages to lift five, six times while he's choking on his own hot blood. I open the cartons of Japanese food and dump their contents over him, but to my surprise instead of sushi and teriyaki and hand rolls and soba noodles, chicken with cashew nuts falls all over his gasping bloodied face and beef chow mein and shrimp fried rice and moo shu pork splatter onto his heaving chest, and this irritating setback - accidentally killing the wrong type of Asian - moves me to check where this order was going - Sally Rubinstein - and with my Mont Blanc pen to write I'm gonna get you too… bitch on the back of it, then place the order over the dead kid's face and shrug apologetically, mumbling "Uh, sorry" and recall that The Patty Winters Show this morning was "Really?" I ask. Hugh Padgham produced next an even less conceptual effort, simply called Genesis (Atlantic; 1983), and though it's a fine album a lot of it now seems too derivative for my tastes. 'That's All" sounds like "Misunderstanding," "Taking It All Too Hard" reminds me of "Throwing It All Away." It also seems less jazzy than its predecessors and more of an eighties pop album, more rock 'n' roll. Padgham does a brilliant job of producing, but the material is weaker than usual and you can sense the strain. It opens with the autobiographical "Mama," that's both strange and touching, though I couldn't tell if the singer was talking about his actual mother or to a girl he likes to call "Mama." 'That's All" is a lover's lament about being ignored and beaten down by an unreceptive partner; despite the despairing tone it's got a bright sing-along melody that makes the song less depressing than it probably needed to be. "That's All" is the best tune on the album, but Phil's voice is strongest on "House by the Sea," whose lyric itionist questions like "Okay, so give me the muffin lowdown" without cringing. Back at the office two hours later, I find out that none of my phones are tapped. SONNEY, BEATRICE 18 BERRY, WM 23 C 02-FEB-1908 5-66 "No. No," I say, waving her off. "Be a doll and just get me a Perrier, okay?" MARINO (Misto-Com). Alla recrudescenza della criminalità nella città di Napoli e nella Provincia occorre rispondere mediante l'impegno congiunto di tutti i livelli istituzionali ma occorre in primo luogo un'inversione di rotta da parte del Governo nelle politiche sociali, il cui smantellamento ha fortemente penalizzato la città facendo venire meno quei sostegni, quali il reddito minimo di inserimento, che avevano offerto a molti l'occasione per non scivolare nell'illegalità. A tale assenza peraltro non possono sopperire gli enti locali, stante la scarsità delle risorse a loro disposizione. E' necessario pertanto che la situazione di Napoli assuma carattere di grande questione nazionale e ad essa siano destinate risorse per il rafforzamento del comparto della sicurezza. "No," Courtney says. "That was just a photo someone took of them that was in W." Se mi è consentito cedere soltanto per un minuto al cattivo gusto dell’autocitazione, debbo ricordare che il 30 luglio 2002, sulla prima pagina del più importante giornale cittadino, pubblicai un articolo che fu oggetto di una discussione durata quattro giorni e che occupò quattro pagine intere. Non lo dico per vantare un primato che sarebbe triste, ma per sottolineare come da più parti, anche dalla sinistra, sono venuti tempestivamente la denuncia e l’allarme per questa situazione. "Patrick, apologize," Evelyn says. "Waiter?" she asks, as soon as he sets down the decaf espresso, the port and the dry beer. "I'll have a… I'll have a… a what?" She looks over at me tearfully, confused and panicked. "A Corona? Is that what you drink, Patrick? A Corona?" SCARLETT, SHARLA LYNN 21 WHITTINGTON, JAMES WILLIAM 23 20-MAY-1989 17-351 - four of the album's ten songs have the word "love" in their title - rather than strutting around as young nihilists, and the mellow good-times feel of the record is a surprising, infectious change. Capitalia ha avviato in data 20 ottobre 2004 una procedura di scissione di ramo d’azienda ai sensi dell’art. 47 della legge 29.12.1990, n. 428, ed ai sensi degli artt. 14 e 18 del contratto collettivo nazionale di lavoro del credito, procedura che prevede il passaggio a una società denominata "Capitalia Informatica" delle seguenti strutture: SPIVEY, ALFORD 28 WILSON, WILLIE 28 11-AUG-1913 5-394 alla prosecuzione dei rapporti di lavoro in essere, senza soluzione di continuità, trasferendo il trattamento di fine rapporto maturato dagli interessati; Facial I lean down, giving the appearance of picking up the briefcase, but because of the shadows I'm leaning into he doesn't see me pull out the knife, the sharpest one, with the serrated edge, and I'm asking him what he paid for Richard, naturally but also very deliberately, without even looking up to check to see if other people are walking down the street. In one swift movement I pick the dog up quickly by the neck and hold it with my left arm, pushing it back against the streetlamp while it nips at me, trying to bite my gloves, its jaws snapping, but since I've got such a tight grip on its throat it can't bark and I can actually hear my hand crush its trachea. I push the serrated blade into its stomach and quickly slice open its hairless belly in a squirt of brown blood, its legs kicking and clawing at me, then blue and red intestines bulge out and I drop the dog onto the sidewalk, the queer just standing there, still gripping the leash, and this has all happened so fast he's in shock and he just stares in horr "I'm thinking." It clicks again. I moan and tell McDermott to hold on. It's Jeanette. She sounds tired and sad. I don't want to get back on the other line so I ask her what she did last night. SMITH, GARLAND 22 SMITH, NELLIE 19 C 25-DEC-1902 4-177 "I'm so sorry," she says to the two of them, shrugging helplessly as I drag her away. "Patrick, what is going on?" The cab stops outside Tunnel. I pay the fare and leave the driver a decent tip and hold the door open for Patricia who ignores my hand when I try to help her step out of the cab. No one stands outside the ropes tonight. In fact the only person on Twenty-fourth Street is a bum who sits by a Dumpster, writhing in pain, moaning for change or food, and we pass quickly by him as one of the three doormen who stand behind the ropes lets us in, another one patting me on the back saying, "How are you, Mr. McCullough?" I nod, opening the door for Patricia, and before following her in say, "Fine, uh, Jim," and I shake his hand. "Why can't we be together?" he sobs, pounding his fist on the floor. "It looked a lot like him." "Yeah, the Trump Plaza," he says. "Something about trees near the library. Money for trees or a bush of some kind," he says, unsure. "Plants? Beats me." "Baby. Jeanette," I say soothingly. "Listen, please. We'll be at Zeus Bar at ten. Okay?" "No," Evelyn says, unsmiling. "You use that." (4-07725) tale gravissimo atto di violenza si iscrive in una generale recrudescenza di episodi di piccola e grande criminalità, che hanno di recente investito la città di Napoli; I follow Price back past the bar and the dance floor, past the basement, and upstairs, past the long line for the women's room which is strange since there seem to be no women at the club tonight, and then we're in the men's room, which is empty, and Price and I slip into one of the stalls together and he bolts the door. "Oh no, no, no," Evelyn says. "That's next week. Do you want to go?" I dial Cindy's number after finding it in my Rolodex. She answers after screening the call. "So who was he with?" I'm laughing still, but I'm also very dizzy. There's a long, scary pause while he stares at me in the rearview mirror and the grim smile fades. His face is blank. He says, "I know. Man, I know who you are," and he's nodding, his mouth drawn tight. The radio that was tuned into the news is shut off. part of "Small World." But just because these tunes are wordless doesn't mean the global message of communication is lost, and they don't seem like filler or padding because of the implications of their thematic reprise; the band gets to show off its improvisational skills as well. "Come on," I say, sipping my Perrier. "You're prettier than that." SIEVERS, (M) MILDRED 53 MITCHAM, M.P. 64 05-MAR-1970 15-341 I manifestanti, privi del biglietto di accesso, hanno preso posto in una delle sale esponendo al pubblico presente le finalità dell'azione contestativa. Successivamente, con l'assenso del titolare dell'esercizio cinematografico, hanno assistito alla proiezione del film. After a pause McDermott asks, "Do you want to get into trouble? Are you asking for it or something?" "Yeah," he screams. "Lucked out, huh, Marcus?" L'iniziativa era condotta da noti esponenti tra cui Massimiliano Gallob, Nicola Grignon e Matteo Giacchetti che hanno nel contempo effettuato opera di propaganda con megafoni e volantini per esporre ai presenti i contenuti dell'iniziativa. La direzione della catena commerciale in questione ha in ultimo deciso, anche per la presenza di numerosi giornalisti, di aderire simbolicamente alla richiesta dei dimostranti, applicando ad alcuni di essi lo sconto richiesto. her in the stomach and she hits the floor and I slide in next to her. After I've stabbed her five or six times - the blood's spurting out in jets; I'm leaning over to inhale its perfume - her muscles stiffen, become rigid, and she goes into her death throes; her throat becomes flooded with dark-red blood and she thrashes around as if tied up, but she isn't and I have to hold her down. Her mouth fills with blood that cascades over the sides of her cheeks, over her chin. Her body, shaking spasmodically, resembles what I imagine an epileptic goes through in a fit and I hold down her head, rubbing my dick, stiff, covered with blood, across her choking face, until she's motionless. SMITH, HENRY 49 WATSON, ROSA 24 05-MAR-1910 5-177 "You can watch it…" She stops, then suggests, "at my place." SUMMERS, JANE C. 58 PAYNE, JIMMIE 37 22-DEC-1977 16-310 "Nuprin?" I offer. "It's a plain end." I point. "I think." Another Night STEWART, MARJORIE 35 IMLER, DAVID 35 12-MAY-1951 12-183 "Let's not get lewd," she says, but the drug is kicking in and I can sense that she's excited but doesn't want to be. "I'm in no mood to have lewd conversation." SHELBY, STEFANIE RENEA 20 WILSON, BRADFORD THOMAS 20 02-AUG-1992 17-558 "Patrick, a Mr. Donald Kimball is here to see you," she says nervously. ..Why?.. won says. "It's funny. It's humor." "Well, I don't know," she says, sounding a little tipsy. "I guess it has to do with being twenty-seven and-" "You've, like, incorrectly identified me," I'm saying. "Red snapper pizza," McDermott reminds me. "I'm fucking starving." "I'm" - I stall, attempting to defend myself - "in touch with… humanity." SINCLAIR, ANNIE 38 ALLNUT, J.S. 40 05-AUG-1920 6-378 "Um, well, um, I'm fine," I stutter, after an awkward byte of silence. "And you?" PISANU, ministro dell'interno. Gran parte dei responsabili è stata tempestivamente identificata e denunciata alle competenti autorità giudiziarie. SYPES, M.T. 22 ROBERTS, FANNIE 20 14-JAN-1892 3-151 SULLIVANT, SIDNEY 27 SPARKS, LEDA MAE 18 02-NOV-1958 13-131 Ministro Economia e finanze SMITH, JOYCE DELOIS 21 RAYFORD, BERNARD 19 30-JUN-1985 17-93 "Does anyone have any idea that Jeanette and Evelyn are meeting us at Zeus Bar, where we do not have a reservation? Has this passed through anyone's mind?" I ask, doubting it. "How about dinner?" McDermott asks me. "Oh for god's sake stop it. Just stop it," Evelyn wails. mantenimento per il Banco di Sicilia di una denominazione confermativa di quella attuale, dell'ubicazione a Palermo della sede sociale e della direzione centrale, con le autonomie gestionali necessarie e opportune per il miglior sviluppo e la valorizzazione delle attività del Banco di Sicilia; "It's a fucking egg roll," I protest. STREETER, EDDY VINCENT 26 SMITH, JANICE MARLENE 24 31-MAY-1979 16-384 "A small one," she admits. After a deliberate pause I say, "Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?" "Oh god, Patrick. Shut up," she says, her voice thick and drugged. SCROGGINS, W.A. 68 O'BANION, OPHELIA 60 21-SEP-1929 8-57 She nods, pauses, wants to say something, debates whether she should, then asks, all in a matter of seconds: "But doesn't your family own-" Il problema è semplice: se le forze dell'ordine sanno tutto, la domanda è perché nessuno fa nulla; se le forze dell'ordine non sanno nulla, la domanda è perché non sanno nulla. Se ci sono gli strumenti per intervenire, la domanda è perché nessuno interviene; se non ci sono gli strumenti per intervenire, la domanda è quali strumenti bisogna mettere in campo e chi deve farlo. SMITH, BITHEANA 20 WILBER, LODY 23 14-NOV-1920 6-400 Price's gestures gather the table's attention. "Did I forget to tell everyone that Montgomery's a dwarf?" SMITH, BERTIE 18 WATT, ELI 31 29-JUL-1903 4-214 "Well, it's not a turn-on for me." She's hysterical, racked with tears, choking. "I have a promotion coming to me. I'm going to Barbados in August and I don't want a case of Kaposi's sarcoma to fuck it up!" She chokes, coughing. "Oh god I want to wear a bikini," she wails. "A Norma Kamali I just bought at Bergdorf's." SWEENEY, JOHN 34 SWEENEY, MARY 37 10-NOV-1977 16-302 "The Shepard play or the Shepard account?" STRAHAM, MARTHA E. 18 TRUCK, GEORGE W. 20 12-JAN-1881 1-435 STEWART, B.H. 31 HUNTER, ANNIE 24 01-FEB-1905 4-325 STEWART, ED 22 STUDDARD, MARTHA 21 16-DEC-1928 7-455 "Nicholas Leigh and Charles Conroy want to know if you're going to the Hamptons this summer." SCALERA (Mar-DL-U). Signor Ministro, l'aritmetica drammatica, la scia di sangue e di omicidi offerta alla nostra attenzione dal collega Brutti, ci fanno capire come le sue parole in quest'Aula appartengano purtroppo, al di là della sua buona volontà, ad uno spartito ormai consunto. SMITH, JAMES 22 PARKS, CHANEY 21 19-FEB-1902 4-120 "Why don't you get another one?" I ask. "Why don't you get another job?" "Patrick, can't we just talk?" he asks, almost whining. "Patrick - look at me." "Be all that you can be," someone adds. "Uh-huh," Reeves says, nearly mute, looking confused. "Right. I knew that." "I'll see you at nine or ten, whenever," I say. "I've gotta go. Hamlin and McDermott are on the other line." SEGREST, DOROTHY LEE 20 ETHERLY, JOHNNIE 22 C 13-MAR-1955 12-572 …where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a clichй, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does i The couple at the next table have slowly turned to gaze over at us. The man looks aghast, the woman has an equally horrified expression on her face. I stare her down, glaring, until she looks back at her fucking salad. I buzz Jean. "Okay." She sniffs, composing herself, clearing her throat. "I'll see you there. I'm really sor-" "What did you say?" I ask, looking up. "I didn't hear you." SKINNER, DOUGLAS A. 23 WATERFIELD, ALICE C. 18 07-NOV-1961 13-472 STRINGFELLOW, MARCUS 65 BAKER, MARGARET 54 13-MAY-1980 16-424 STRANGE, DONALD V. 21 JOHNSON, AUDREY 18 22-DEC-1950 12-109 "Uh, fine." "Uh-huh." What a completq and total dufus. "Who is he? What's his name?" "But…" I stop. "Has anyone seen him in London?" STEWART, J.W. 74 TISDALE, (M) M.V. 72 24-APR-1938 9-447 "But you are," the girlfriend says, bored yet still managing a sneer. "Do you think you're turning me on by having unsafe sex?" she screams back. "Oh… my… god." "So cheap." McDermott is in total agreement. "And the watermelon-brittle tart-" "Listen, did you have any trouble getting reservations?" I ask, and I am fucking shaking. I put my hands on the table like a fool, hoping that under her watchful gaze they will stop trembling. "Her?" he shouts back, staring at the tracks. "Great." Even with the noise I catch the sarcasm. He nods, not looking at me, and I press the button for my floor again, an almost involuntary reaction. We stand there in silence. SMITH, CAROLYN M. 45 VITTITOW, JAMES F. 43 10-APR-1992 17-534 I giovani hanno poi raggiunto in metropolitana il centro commerciale Panorama di via Tiburtina; una volta entrati nel locale, hanno iniziato a diffondere volantini scandendo slogan contro la politica economica del Governo e invitando i clienti a non pagare gli acquisti. gli interroganti chiedono di sapere: gli interroganti chiedono di sapere se i Ministri in indirizzo intendano disporre, per quanto di rispettiva competenza, ogni utile accertamento ed ogni utile strumento, ivi compreso quello della commissione ministeriale di inchiesta, al fine di rafforzare il controllo sul territorio, di ricondurre l’azione giurisdizionale nei suoi corretti limiti costituzionali, e se non ne ritengano opportuna un’illustrazione in sede parlamentare. (4-07722) "An ultralow fifteen hertz," I purr, enunciating each word. "I just want to have a child," she says softly, staring out the window, to no one. "Just… two… perfect… children." The music is one long, unending song that overlaps with other, separate songs connected only by a dull thumping beat and it obliterates all conversation which, while I'm talking to a weasel like Owen, is perfectly okay with me. There seem to be more girls in the Chandelier Room now and I try to make eye contact with one of them - model type with big tits. Price nudges me and I lean in to ask if we should perhaps get another am. "Hey fellas. How y'all doin?" Montgomery speaks in a thick Georgia twang. "This is Nicki. Nicki, this is McDonald, Van Buren, Bateman - nice tan - and Mr. Price." He shakes only Timothy's hand and then takes the champagne glass from Nicki. Nicki smiles, politely, like a robot, probably doesn't speak English. si chiede di sapere: SCOTT, MARVIN 20 JOHNSON, BERNIECE 18 C 14-OCT-1950 12-89 "Hold on." 'This," she says, presenting me with a diamond necklace from Tiffany's, Meredith's present from Owen. "Well, help me put it on, darling. You're not the Grinch, honey." SHULER, ANNIE 18 CUMMINGS, SPENCE 21 C 14-JUL-1923 7-94 "Well" - I lean over, checking his name - "Abdullah, do you have a membership at M.K.?" SLEDGE, RUTH 20 BREWER, JIM 22 15-OCT-1916 6-126 SMITH, COUT 66 ALLEN, (M) FRANCIS 65 C 13-SEP-1947 11-412 SMITH, ADA 68 RILES, JOHN 69 C 06-MAY-1949 11-580 SMITH, BERNICE 21 VARNELL, JAMES V. 21 24-AUG-1946 11-241 Chase, Manhattan In the morning, for some reason, Christie's battered hands are swollen to the size of footballs, the fingers are indistinguishable from the rest of her hand and the smell coming from her burnt corpse is jolting and I have to open the venetian blinds, which are spattered with burnt fat from when Christie's breasts burst apart, electrocuting her, and then the windows, to air out the room. Her eyes are wide open and glazed over and her mouth is lipless and black and there's also a black pit where her vagina should be (though I don't remember doing anything to it) and her lungs are visible beneath the charred ribs. What is left of Elizabeth's body lies crumpled in the corner of the living room. She's missing her right arm and chunks of her right leg. Her left hand, chopped off at the wrist, lies clenched on top of the stand in the kitchen, in its own small pool of blood. Her head sits on the kitchen table and its blood-soaked face - even with both eyes scooped out and a pair of Alain Mikli sunglasses over the hol "Wasn't he a serial killer?" McDermott asks suspiciously, then moans. "Don't tell me he was another serial killer, Bateman. Not another serial killer." Suddenly Stash speaks without looking up. "That's called The Tonka." He sounds pissed but his voice is even and low, his eyes still on the sushi. "It's called The Tonka, not Sri Lanka. Got it? The Tonka." "Lobster to start with? And for an entrйe?" STURGIS, OSCAR 21 RAINS, CALLIE 18 26-JAN-1896 3-366 "Honey," she pouts. "Where were you tonight? I hope you didn't go to Raw Space without me." SMITH, WILLIAM H. 18 REEVES, DOROTHY 18 20-MAY-1961 13-391 "Yeah, I was." She nods, then, "It's good to see you." SINCLAIR, ANNIE 22 BASS, T.C. 45 27-FEB-1896 3-370 "Here. Paul Smith. Why?" "Hey," I laugh, "you wouldn't ask if you knew." STRINGFELLOW, AUDRY 21 MILNER, J.R. 21 24-MAR-1912 5-306 "Patrick, he's a chef. And co-owner of a restaurant." "Yes. We could go to… Le Bernardin," I say, then after pausing, "for some… seafood perhaps? Hmmm?" "Nice tan," he sighs. "I said nice tan." "We have missed or are going to miss our reservations at 1500," I point out. "Besides, Hamlin, you went there last night, huh?" "Things are worse at Sandstone," I tell Sean later this afternoon, around four o'clock. He's staying in our father's suite at the Carlyle. MTV is blasting in the background, other voices shout over its din. I can hear a shower running. "Poole, honey," I reply calmly. "Alison Poole." SHAW, WILLIAM JAMES Jr 30 ERWIN, MARGARET 26 08-MAR-1952 12-295 "To want you? To want to be with you?" he asks. "Is that so wrong?" STOVER, ROLAN 18 LOYD, JEAN 17 25-DEC-1956 13-18 "He's handsome," I admit. "Stupid-looking but handsome." che il predetto licenziamento è avvenuto con modalità che, per come sono state descritte dalle organizzazioni dei lavoratori, si espongono al sospetto di una ritorsione per le attività sindacali svolte dal lavoratore. Infatti, il giorno 11 novembre 2004, all'interno dello stabilimento di Ferentino, si sono svolte le elezioni per il rinnovo della RSU, al termine delle quali, alle ore 16.30, il signor Massimo Schietroma è stato proclamato eletto con il miglior risultato elettorale tra tutti i candidati presentatisi; "Well, you look just like a movie star." He waves a limp wrist, then, "I don't know," and finally he lisps the following - I swear to God - to himself: "Oh stop it, silly, you're embarrassing yourself." "It's okay," I tell him and pet the dog gently, laying the briefcase on the ground. "It's a sharpei, right?" SIPES, CAL 21 ROBERTS, VETA 20 02-JUN-1934 8-608 STONE, S.B. 23 SPRAGGINS, NETTIE 20 19-NOV-1901 4-101 "I'm getting out of here," I threaten, but don't move. "Where's your lithium?" che la siccità del 2002 ha compromesso in maniera sostanziale i bilanci aziendali ed in alcuni casi l'intero patrimonio zootecnico; "Same thing." "Oh, who knows? They don't know that. Prove it." "You didn't ask permission," she says, unsmiling. SCOTT, ETTA 32 STEWART, WILLIE 29 26-JUN-1979 16-386 "I am fanatically opposed to anywhere not on the Upper West or Upper East side of this city," I say. "Was this a pimp?" I ask - then the weird part happens. SMITH, NANCY ARELONA 16 SOCIA, MARVLAND DONALD 23 24-SEP-1955 12-597 "Yes?" I ask, walking over to the coatrack. "You're dressed… okay." che amministratori di tali società, attraverso la società IP Portal, forniscono alla Wind i contenuti musicali per la larga banda, prefigurando così un monopolio per la fornitura di servizi con contenuti musicali; Elizabeth cracks up at this and says blithely, while I uncork the Acacia, "I don't have to work, Bateman," and after a beat she adds, bored, "You of all people should know how that feels, Mr. Wall Street." She's checking her lipstick in a Gucci compact; predictably it looks perfect. , I left the store yelling "Come all ye faithfull" Now I scowl at a bum huddled in the doorway of a store called EarKarma and he's clutching a sign that reads HUNGRY AND HOMELESS… PLEASE HELP ME, GOD BLESS and then I find myself moving down Fifth toward Saks, trying to remember if I switched the tapes in my VCR, and suddenly I'm worried that I might be taping thirtysomething over Pamela's Tight Fuckhole. A Xanax fails to ward off the panic. Saks intensifies it. SMART, LENNIE 18 HARDIN, J.D. 34 09-MAY-1912 5-310 mantenimento della quota di mercato detenuta attualmente dal Banco di Sicilia e conservazione sull'intero territorio nazionale dei presidi economicamente e storicamente rilevanti per il medesimo Banco di Sicilia; "Read my lips," I say, "a tanning salon," then irritably, "like everyone else." "Why not?" he whines. "We have reservations at 1500." "Gosh, Patrick," she says, looking at every part of my face. ular topic. SHELBY, LUTHER 22 POWERS, LINNIE 19 19-JUL-1924 7-148 PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. "Will you wear that sexy black Anne Klein dress?" he asks, his hands on her shoulders, whispering this into her ear, as he smells it. "Bateman's not welcome." At the sushi restaurant tonight McDermott, in a state of total frustration, asked the girls if they knew the names of any of the nine planets. Libby and Caron guessed the moon. Daisy wasn't sure but she actually guessed… Comet. Daisy thought that Comet was a planet. Dumbfounded, McDermott, Taylor and I all assured her that it was. SMITH, RICHARD 21 MAGNOLIA, DAISY 18 26-OCT-1924 7-168 SANDERS, JACKIE DAVE 33 FALLS, PAMELA PAULETTE 26 20-APR-1984 17-35 Vi sono stati inoltre attentati incendiari. Vi è stato un attentato nei confronti di un esponente della pubblica amministrazione ad Acerra; vi è stato un attacco intimidatorio contro l’assessore al lavoro del Comune di Napoli, Nicola Soldati del partito dei Democratici di Sinistra, il quale è stato aggredito insieme alla sua scorta al centro della città davanti all’Hotel Oriente dinanzi ad un gruppo di persone aderenti a "Forza lavoro disponibile". i 104 lavoratori dell'azienda tessile TSM rischiano nuovamente di perdere il proprio impiego in caso di mancata soluzione della crisi dell'azienda tessile, "Hi," he says, sitting up, holding out his hand. "I'm Donald Kimball." "You said you'd meet me here, that-is-what," she says. "I confirmed your reservations." "Remember that while the vest should be in keeping with the color and the style of the suit, completely avoid matching the vest's pattern with your socks or tie," McDermott says, smiling at me, at Van Patten. SCOTT, C.K. 21 HARRIS, ARLENA 21 15-JUN-1935 9-83 "No," I say, insulted, touching its lapel. "Garrick Anderson." "Okay," I say, guessing. SIPES, CHARLES 21 WHITE, JENNIE 18 02-SEP-1894 3-283 "Patrick," she says slowly. "If you're so uptight about work, why don't you just quit? You don't have to work." "I have this aerobics class at nine," she says, slipping, losing control. "I really shouldn't." My favorite track is "Man on the Corner," which is the only song credited solely to Collins, a moving ballad with a pretty synthesized melody plus a riveting drum machine in the background. Though it could easily come off any of Phil's solo albums, because the themes of loneliness, paranoia and alienation are overly familiar to Genesis it evokes the band's hopeful humanism. "Man on the Corner" profoundly equates a relationship with a solitary figure (a bum, perhaps a poor homeless person?), "that lonely man on the corner" who just stands around. "Who Dunnit?" profoundly expresses the theme of confusion against a funky groove, and what makes this song so exciting is that it ends with its narrator never finding anything out at all. Sipping bourbon, then champagne, from cactus-etched highball glasses, which Evelyn would set on adobe coasters and into which she would stir raspberry cassis with papier-mвchй jalapeсo-shaped stirrers, I would lie around, fantasizing about killing someone with an Allsop Racer ski pole, or I would stare at the antique weather vane that hung above one of the fireplaces, wondering wild-eyed if I could stab anyone with it, then I'd complain aloud, whether Evelyn was in the room or not, that we should have made reservations at Dick Loudon's Stratford Inn instead. Evelyn soon started talking only about spas and cosmetic surgery and then she hired a masseur, some scary faggot who lived down the road with a famous book publisher and who flirted openly with me. Evelyn went back to the city three times that last week we were in the Hamptons, once for a manicure and a pedicure and a facial, the second time for a one-on-one training session at Stephanie Herman, and finally to meet with her astrologer. SINGER, DORRIS 18 FILES, PAUL 26 07-DEC-1935 9-143 Finally, in agony, after I've taken the coat off her face, she starts pleading, or at least tries to, the adrenaline momentarily overpowering the pain. "Patrick oh god stop it please oh god stop hurting me…" But, typically, the pain returns - it's too intense not to - and she passes out again and vomits, while unconscious, and I have to hold her head up so she doesn't choke on it and then I Mace her again. The fingers I haven't nailed I try to bite off, almost succeeding on her left thumb which I manage to chew all the flesh off of, leaving the bone exposed, and then I Mace her, needlessly, once more. I place the camel-hair coat back over her head in case she wakes up screaming, then set up the Sony palm-sized Handycam so I can film all of what follows. Once it's placed on its stand and running on automatic, with a pair of scissors I start to cut off her dress and when I get up to her chest I occasionally stab at her breasts, accidentally (not really) slicing off one of her nipples through the bra. She starts No one says anything until Courtney, who is staring at Stash's plate, lifts her glass uncertainly and says, trying to smile, "It's… delicious, Evelyn." "Luis refused to play Trivial Pursuit at Tad and Maura's last Sunday because they have an Akita." She takes a drag off her cigarette. STROUD, CHARITY 25 MATHEWS, COLUMBUS 25 12-MAR-1890 3-51 "You're a dead man." I smile grimly at him. "It's an article on your hero, Donald Trump." McDermott grins. "We need to talk," I say quietly. STONE, (M) ELIZZIE 22 WORRELL, J.B. 26 11-APR-1878 1-219 "He got off," McDermott says. "He'll see us at nine." "Um, well…" I look over at the sheets, which are really quite a mess. "It's, um, cranberry juice, cranapple juice." "Pumpkin," I warn, "you're dating the biggest dickweed in New York." STONE, ARLIS 21 ASHCRAFT, JOANN 16 25-AUG-1962 14-27 Another long pause. Confused, she says, "I don't know. I guess… but one still has to maintain… a ratio of more good things than… bad in this world," she says, adding, "I mean, right?" She looks puzzled, as if she finds it strange that this sentence has come out of her mouth. A blast of music from a passing cab, Madonna again, "life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone…" Startled by the laughter at the table next to ours, I cock my head and hear someone admit, "Sometimes what you wear to the office makes all the difference," and then Jean says something and I ask her to repeat it. "Al," he says. "Oh Christ, this really isn't worth it," I mutter, pulling the condom dowp so there is half an inch to spare - a little less actually. "And see, Courtney, it's there for what? Huh? Tell us." I slap her again, this time lightly. "Why is it pulled down half an inch? So it can catch the force of the ejaculate!" "Don't you think it's Christmasy?" she asks hopefully. There is a long pause that, I think, might be the longest one so far. "Why are you so positive?" she asks, not amused. STOVER, ROSALIND KAY 16 JACKS, BOBBY KENT 20 23-JUL-1971 15-467 SMITH, GEORGE 21 GREENLEES, MIRIAM 19 30-MAR-1916 6-102 "What?" I ask, getting up. de an album this polished and heartfelt himself) that he makes us believe in glorious possibilities. Da questo punto di vista, le quotidiane iniziative di disordini che da due anni a Napoli si registrano sono volte, da una parte, a distrarre le forze dell’ordine dal loro compito istituzionale, dall’altra, a mantenere alta la tensione sociale. "It isn't funny, Patrick," she says. SPROWL, KENNETH JOSEPH 28 WEBB, JUDY LYNN 27 12-NOV-1971 15-495 "No, no, the sushi looks marvelous," I tell her and in an attempt to be as consoling as possible I pick up a piece of the fluke and pop it in my mouth, groaning with inward pleasure, and hug Evelyn from behind; my mouth still full, I manage to say "Delicious." "He says, um, because…" Preston puts a hand over his eyes and thinks about it. "Oh gosh, I can't believe I forgot this…" SANDINE, ALICE 22 WALLACE, G.C. 36 21-OCT-1925 7-238 STUDDARD, NARCOTT 18 DYSON, KATY 20 25-SEP-1919 6-308 STUCKEY, GEO W. 24 SPAKES, LOTTIE 28 19-SEP-1909 5-148 SEGREST, ROBERT 21 MATHEWS, ADA 18 09-SEP-1916 6-122 Cosa facciamo per aggredire la ricchezza prodotta con il crimine, per affrontare il problema dei patrimoni camorristici? Anche in questo caso sono stati snocciolati dati trionfalistici, ma abbiamo un'idea della dimensione di cui stiamo parlando? Abbiamo la consapevolezza che tocchiamo soltanto la punta dell'iceberg del profitto dell'attività criminale? Tutti questi sono limiti indiscutibili dell'azione messa in campo. Discendono da un deficit di risorse o da un deficit di competenze, di organizzazione, di leggi? Lei richiama giustamente la possibilità di leggi nuove: benissimo, lei è il primo ad avere in mano questo strumento al pieno dell'efficacia, lo azioni. che i costi di produzione attualmente registrano aumenti che stanno riducendo i margini operativi aziendali, in particolare i costi energetici (carburanti agricoli in media più cari del 15% della media nazionale), i costi per l'approvvigionamento idrico (alcune aziende acquistano sul mercato l'acqua per uso zootecnico) e i costi per l'alimentazione del bestiame, "Oh god, I'm sorry," I say. "I forgot to tell you." "No, girls who can hold their liquor." SMITH, JAMES RUFUS 22 WARD, V. CATHERINE 21 16-APR-1965 14-391 "Patrick?" "But it's become acceptable just because it's so popular, right?" Craig asks eagerly. Mi consenta di osservare, signor Ministro, che quando si giunge al punto di occupare contemporaneamente l’aeroporto, la cattedrale e la stazione marittima, non credo che si sia di fronte ad una protesta per il lavoro, bensì ad un deliberato programma di tensione sociale contro le istituzioni, volto ad indebolire il senso della legalità. Mi consenta di dire che, a mio giudizio, è stato un grave errore non reprimere questi comportamenti che non hanno niente a che vedere con la polemica sul lavoro. Oltretutto, questa situazione ha contribuito ad accrescere il senso della impunibilità che, a sua volta, va ad alimentare quell’antropologia malavitosa, cui ho fatto prima riferimento. "We're going to a party Donald Trump's having," I lie. "Are you using minoxidil?" she asks, after a long time. SHULTS, SARAH A. 28 PEARCE, JOHN M. 34 16-SEP-1875 1-28 Si dia lettura del processo verbale. "Who's paranoid?" she asks, eyes squinting. "I don't get it." riassetto organizzativo dell’information technology e accentramento delle funzioni di servizio; SMITH, MARY 21 JACOBS, FREEMAN 30 22-JUL-1894 3-281 "Bateman," Van Patten sighs, "my euphoria is quickly subsiding." SANDERS, LINDA SUE 18 INSLEY, JAMES EDWARD Jr 17 24-SEP-1964 14-335 SMITH, J.J. 25 BROUGHTON, MARY J. 21 14-APR-1892 3-166 Before leaving my office for the meeting I take two Valium, wash them down with a Perrier and then use a scruffing cleanser on my face with premoistened cotton balls, afterwards applying a moisturizer. I'm wearing a wool tweed suit and a striped cotton shirt, both by Yves Saint Laurent, and a silk tie by Armani and new black cap-toed shoes by Ferragamo. I Plax then brush my teeth and when I blow my nose, thick, ropy strings of blood and snot stain a forty-five-dollar handkerchief from Hermi's that, unfortunately, wasn't a gift. But I've been drinking close to twenty liters of Evian water a day and going to the tanning salon regularly and one night of binging hasn't affected my skin's smoothness or color tone. My complexion is still excellent. Three drops of Visine clear the eyes. An ice pack tightens the skin. All it comes down to is: I feel like shit but look great. "I do not 'weight lift,' " I sigh. SCOTT, (M) MATTIE 45 WILKERSON, AMOS 44 C 30-DEC-1939 10-55 "You look… voluptuous tonight," I say, touching her neck, running a finger up over her chin until it reaches the bottom lip. My secretary, Jean, who is in love with me and who I will probably end up marrying, sits at her desk and this morning, to get my attention as usual, is wearing something improbably expensive and completely inappropriate: a Chanel cashmere cardigan, a cashmere crewneck and a cashmere scarf, faux-pearl earrings, wool-crepe pants from Barney's. I pull my Walkman off from around my neck as I approach her desk. She looks up and smiles shyly. "What?" he shouts. looks at me in the rearview mirror. A suspicious, hungry expression keeps changing the features on his face - a mass of clogged pores, ingrown hairs. I sigh, expecting this, ignoring him. Open the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I'm tortured by. SCOTT, ALITH 19 WILLIS, JOHNNIE 22 C 25-DEC-1932 8-446 SCOTT, MARVIN PAT 26 MARSHALL, SARAH ANN 21 C 17-MAR-1956 12-612 Tra i tanti temi specifici che sono stati affrontati dagli onorevoli interroganti, vorrei riprenderne uno, che si impone come causa di gravissimo allarme sociale: quello della cosiddetta malagioventù, cui si riferisce il senatore Marino. I giovani, infatti, vengono utilizzati in modo sempre più massiccio dalle organizzazioni camorristiche, che li sfruttano come manovalanza, facendo leva sulla non punibilità dei minori dei 14 anni, ovvero sulla più favorevole disciplina prevista per i minori di 18 anni. STURGIS, W.A. 30 BIGHAM, (Ms) N.V. 16 25-MAY-1879 1-304 STRAHAN, WILLIE 41 JONES, CHRISTINE 24 24-DEC-1939 10-48 "Fine with me," I say. "Oh. Can't, I'm afraid. Matinee of Les Misйrables," I lie. "Listen. I've really got to go. I'll…" I run a hand over my hair and mutter "Oh Christ" before forcing myself to add, "I'll call you." "I can't go to M.K. anyway," he says, not listening, and he doesn't mention why. "Only if I can order the Bellini sorbet," Price says, yawning. "I'm so hungry," he says, then starts crying hard, still holding himself. His dog, the thing called Gizmo, starts whimpering. SIPES, RANDY DEAN 24 SCRUGGS, TERRY DENISE 18 25-MAR-1982 16-522 "Must you insist on being so pathetic?" I ask back. STUDDARD, G.B. 21 CALVERT, LILLY 21 10-DEC-1903 4-239 Pioneer's LD-ST disc player with wireless remote and the Sony MDP-700 multidisc player with digital effects and universal-wireless-remote programming (one for the bedroom, one for the living room), which play all sizes and formats of audio and video discs - eight-inch and twelve-inch laser discs, five-inch CD video discs and three- and five-inch compact discs - in two autoload drawers. The LD-W1 from Pioneer holds two full-sized discs and plays both sides sequentially with only a several-second lag per side during the changeover so you don't have to change or flip the discs. It also has digital sound, wireless remote and a programmable memory. Yamaha's CDV-16oo multidisc player handles all disc formats and has a fifteen-selection random-access memory and a wireless remote. "About what?" I ask irritably. I hand the drink to Price, while nodding to Paul. Price says nothing, not even thanks. He just holds the drink and mournfully stares at the tracks and then he squints and bends his head down to the glass and when the strobe lights start flashing, he stands up straight and murmurs something to himself. It took something like a hundred people to put Small World together (counting all the extra musicians, drum technicians, accountants, lawyers - who are all, thanked), but this actually adds to the CD's theme of community and it doesn't clutter the record - it makes it a more joyous experience. With this CD and the four previous ones behind it, Huey Lewis and the News prove that if this really is a small world, then these guys are the best American band of the 1980s on this or any other continent - and it has with it Huey Lewis, a vocalist, musician and writer who just can't be topped. "Oh," I say, still confused about the video thing. I look down - at what, my lap? "Uh, thanks." SANDERS, EARNEST WAYNE 21 CRUTCHFIELD, NORA SUE 18 23-DEC-1961 13-486 (3-01829) (16 novembre 2004) (Già 2-00573) "You have a table at Camols at twelve-thirty," she announces as she pours the Perrier into a glass tumbler. "Nonsmoking section." "My favorite topic." Meredith drapes an arm over my shoulder, while she confides to me as an aside, '"They're fabulous." STOVER, RICHMOND 60 BARNETT, (M) SAVANNAH 32 C 20-MAY-1906 4-417 plicably start listing the names of all eight reindeer, alphabetically, and when I've finished, he smiles and says, "Listen, there's a Christmas party at Nekenieh on the twentieth, see you there?" I smile and assure him I'll be at Nekenieh on the twentieth and as I walk off, nodding to no one, I call back to him, "Hey asshole, I wanna watch you die, motherfuck-aaahhh," and then I start screaming like a banshee, moving across Fifty-eighth, banging my Bottega Veneta briefcase against a wall. Another choir, on Lexington, sings "Hark the Herald Angels" and I tap-dance, moaning, in front of them before I move like a zombie toward Bloomingdale's, where I rush over to the first tie rack I see and murmur to the young faggot working behind the counter, "Too, too fabulous," while fondling a silk ascot. He flirts and asks if I'm a model. "I'll see you in hell," I tell him, and move on. "Yeah, yeah, life sucks and then you die." f the Night," is full of sharp, finely drawn images of despair and it's paired with "The Last Domino," which fights it with an expression of hope. This song is extremely uplifting. The lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. "And. . ." McDermott scans the article and points an accusatory finger at the bottom paragraph, which he's highlighted in red ink. "Where does Donald Trump think the best pizza in Manhattan is served?" SMART, (M) LIDDY 40 BLACKWELL, MAT 49 02-OCT-1910 5-210 I hold up a hand. "Absolutely. I'm one hundred percent with you," I say solemnly. "The meat loaf?" Van Patten's in shock. "What about the interior. What about the fucking tablecloths?" SMITH, LILLIAN 20 BROX, GRADY 21 03-APR-1927 7-329 SHANNON, ANDREW 24 POWELL, LULA 21 02-OCT-1920 6-392 SALLY, JOHN 21 BELL, ODESSIA 20 C 04-AUG-1937 9-354 "Hi," she says. "It's me, Patricia." St JOHN, NETTIE 19 WALDROP, JACK 22 31-JAN-1894 3-259 "Richard." The man glares at the dog, then looks back up at me, apologetic, and I can sense he's flattered, not only that I've noticed his dog but that I've actually stopped to talk to him about it, and I swear the old bastard is positively flushed, creaming in his tacky loose corduroys from, I'm guessing, Ralph Lauren. ANGIUS, BRUTTI Massimo, DI GIROLAMO - Al Ministro delle comunicazioni - Premesso che: "Nothing," I say. "Cecelia!" "But I already…" I stop and look down at my sorbet, troubled. "I already ordered this grapefruit sorbet." Gloomily I point at the dish, confused. "I don't want any ice cream." "Well well," I say, shaking his hand. Luis's grip is overly firm, yet horribly sensuous at the same time. "Excuse me, I have to purchase a tie." I wave bye-bye to baby Glenn once more and move off to inspect the neckwear in the adjoining room, wiping my hand against a two-hundred-dollar bath towel that hangs on a marble rack. "Where's he at?" Scott asks. Summer "Who did he do last night?" Van Patten corrects. "What are you doing?" she asks, speaking slowly. In queste settimane si sono verificati episodi particolarmente cruenti. Non mi sembra il caso di tediare il Senato con la descrizione dei singoli fatti, che pure hanno scosso profondamente la pubblica opinione, riproponendo in tutta la sua drammaticità la questione napoletana. STOCKER, VIRGIL 20 CUBA, MARGARINE 18 C 11-JAN-1951 12-125 SMITH, LOREAN 21 LAWTON, LUCINE* 25 C 13-APR-1931 8-249 "You are a bitch," I murmur, disbelieving. "Your attitude sucks, you know that?" "I'll have a decapitated coffee also," I say absently, before catching myself. "I mean… decaffeinated." I glance over at Jean, worried, but she just smiles emptily at me. A Sunday Times sits on the table between us. We discuss plans for dinner tonight, maybe. Someone who looks like Taylor Preston walks by, waves at me. I lower my Ray-Bans, wave back. Someone on a bike pedals past. I ask a busboy for water. A waiter arrives instead and after that a dish containing two scoops of sorbet, cilantro-lemon and vodka-lime, are brought to the table that I didn't hear Jean order. SMITH, PHILLIP E. 22 RAY, MARGARETTE ANN 19 30-JAN-1960 13-243 He points behind him. "Where do those tracks go?" Laser lights start flashing. SMITH, ETHEL 17 CARTER, JAMES 18 12-JAN-1919 6-259 se e quali iniziative i Ministri in indirizzo intendano adottare al fine di evitare che in futuro si ripetano episodi del genere, che minano la tranquillità e la sicurezza dei cittadini; He repeats, "The watch." SHELLINGS, E. 21 MILES, EMMALINE 19 31-DEC-1896 3-418 "No!" I shout. "Now, Carnes. Listen to me. Listen very, very carefully. I-killed-Paul-Owen-and-I-liked-it. I can't make myself any clearer." My stress causes me to choke on the words. Van Patten gives him high-five. Even Price laughs. "The man asked for chocolate chip sorbet for Christ sakes!" Timothy wails, disbelieving. "What are you talking about?" And they say this even though my suit looks black in the darkness of the club and my tie - paisley, Armani, silk - is loosened. "Dinner was wonderful," she says. "Thank you very much." I snap out of it and automatically ask, "Is this the British cast recording of Les Misйrables or not?" "Low point of the night," Farrell mutters. "Okay, okay, okay," Van Patten says. "This is my question. A two-parter…" He pauses dramatically. "Now are rounded collars too dressy or too casual? Part two, which tie knot looks best with them?" "Did you see The Patty Winters Show this morning?" I ask. ..On Autism?" I stand there a few seconds longer before finally backing away, holding up my hands, a gesture of assurance. STEPHENSON, J.C. 42 SMITH, (M) MARY OLIVIA 41 03-APR-1965 14-383 "You think I'm dumb, don't you?" she asks, staring at me, her legs, tan and aerobicized, slung over one of the chair's arms. "Ashley?" she screams, reaching over across Paul and tapping Ashley's leg. "Which one's The Ledge?" Ashley shouts something at her that I can't hear and then Courtney turns back to me, shrugging. "She said she can't believe she's in New Jersey." SANFORD, LELA 18 MAY, DUNCAN 24 24-DEC-1904 4-321 I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that I didn't really understand any of their work, though on their last album of the 1970s, the concept-laden And Then There Were Three (a reference to band member Peter Gabriel, who left the group to start a lame solo career), I did enjoy the lovely "Follow You, Follow Me." Otherwise all the albums before Duke seemed too artsy, too intelleotual. It was Duke (Atlantic; 1980), where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent, and the music got more modern, the drum machine became more prevalent and the lyrics started getting less mystical and more specific (maybe because of Peter Gabriel's departure), and complex, ambiguous studies of loss became, instead, smashing first-rate pop songs that I gratefully embraced. The songs themselves seemed arranged more around Collins' drumming than Mike Rutherford's bass lines or Tony Banks' keyboard riffs. A classic example of this is "Misunderstanding," which not only was the group's firs "We need more cassis," she says. "Will you get our waitress?" STEWART, RAYMOND 23 REED, ODESAL 16 10-JUL-1954 12-536 SIPES, GARY LYNN 24 HAMILTON, STACEY STEWART 23 27-JUN-1992 17-553 "You just said your name was Pat." STEPHENS, EVERETTE 22 FRAZIER, LAURA 17 26-DEC-1910 5-223 SMITH, NICK 26 HUDGEON, VIOLA 20 03-OCT-1901 4-91 On the way to Wall Street this morning, due to gridlock I had to get out of the company car and was walking down Fifth Avenue to find a subway station when I passed what I thought was a Halloween parade, which was disorienting since I was fairly sure this was May. When I stopped on the corner of Sixteenth Street and made a closer inspection it turned out to be something called a "Gay Pride Parade," which made my stomach turn. Homosexuals proudly marched down Fifth Avenue, pink triangles emblazoned on pastel-colored windbreakers, some even holding hands, most singing "Somewhere" out of key and in unison. I stood in front of Paul Smith and watched with a certain traumatized fascination, my mind reeling with the concept that a human being, a man, could feel pride over sodomizing another man, but when I began to receive fey catcalls from aging, overmuscled beachboys with walruslike mustaches in between the lines "There's a place for us, Somewhere a place for us," I sprinted over to Sixth Avenue, decided to be lat "Pathological what?" I ask, trying to smile. STEWART, W.M. 35 ASHCRAFT, ORA MAY 19 15-MAY-1921 6-437 "You know," I mention, "Tim was going to break it off with her. Call it quits." SUMMERVILLE, KENNETH W. 36 BUTCALIS, LORETTA 36 11-JUN-1950 12-57 4. Ove siano disattesi gli impegni assunti con la Convenzione di cui al comma 1 e a fronte di iniziative dell'azionista di maggioranza non in linea con le finalità e gli obiettivi di cui al comma 3, la Regione può procedere alla dismissione della propria partecipazione azionaria. SALLEE, RUTH 24 BROWN, GROVER M. 27 11-JUL-1920 6-371 "Remember this, guys: Few things perform in life as well as a Kenwood." He exits. Evelyn stands by a blond wood counter wearing a Krizia cream silk blouse, a Krizia rust tweed skirt and the same pair of silk-satin d'Orsay pumps Courtney has on. Her long blond hair is pinned back into a rather severe-looking bun and she acknowledges me without looking up from the oval Wilton stainless-steel platter on which she has artfully arranged the sushi. "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I wanted to go to this darling little new Salvadorian bistro on the Lower East Side-' "No, darling," I say. "I want you to eat it. There's not a lot there." SAWCHUK, WALTER C. 57 ROMINE, INDA B. 49 20-DEC-1971 15-508 "It's okay," I stress. Something snaps. "You shouldn't fawn over him…" I pause before correcting myself. "I mean… me. Okay?" "Are you seeing anyone?" she ventures timidly. "I mean, seriously?" "Oh Mr. Bateman." She giggles. "I adore your sense of humor." STOVER, (M) JOYCE 32 PORTER, JAMES F. 30 09-MAY-1972 15-538 "What?" She looks up. At the same time I ask Luis to "Go away" he sobs, "Oh god, Patrick, why don't you like me?" and then, unfortunately, he falls to the floor at my feet. "Lunch?" I ask them, yawning. "Tomorrow?" SUTTON, LOLA C. 45 MARONEY, VICTOR M. 47 31-MAY-1991 17-480 SIMMONS, ROBERT EARL 20 PIERCE, DIANNE 19 05-SEP-1970 15-395 SMITH, CAROLINE 49 CARNELIUS, BEN 41 02-MAR-1903 4-193 SLUDGE, ODIS 21 MARKS, HATTIE 21 C 22-JUL-1939 10-2 "I don't like Evian," McDermott says somewhat sadly. "It's too sweet." He looks so miserable when he admits this that it moves me to agree. Her breasts have been chopped off and they look blue and deflated, the nipples a disconcerting shade of brown. Surrounded by dried black blood, they lie, rather delicately, on a china plate I bought at the Pottery Barn on top of the Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner, though I don't remember doing this. I have also shaved all the skin and most of the muscle off her face so that it resembles a skull with a long, flowing mane of blond hair falling from it, which is connected to a full, cold corpse; its eyes are open, the actual eyeballs hanging out of their sockets by their stalks. Most of her chest is indistinguishable from her neck, which looks like ground-up meat, her stomach resembles the eggplant and goat cheese lasagna at Il Marlibro or some other kind of dog food, the dominant colors red and white and brown. A few of her intestines are smeared across one wall and others are mashed up into balls that lie strewn across the glasstop coffee table like long blue snakes, mutant worms. The patches of skin left on "No, no, wait," Timothy says, sniffing loudly. "It's not Obsession. It's… it's…" and then, with a face twisted in mock horror, "It's… Oh my god, it's Q.T. Instatan!" "Aw come on," I say, grabbing her shoulders, giving them a good-natured squeeze. He starts the cab up and pulls away from me. "Marcus?" "Guys, guys, someone fucked up. I fucked up. You fucked up. I don't know," I say in a total panic. L'esempio più clamoroso, in questo senso, al di là delle sue rassicurazioni, signor Ministro, ci arriva dal fallimento della idea legata al poliziotto di quartiere, sulla quale si è tanto, in questi anni, favoleggiato. L'impreparazione culturale ad impostare il tema sui criteri di partecipazione, collaborazione e prevenzione ha fatto clamorosamente naufragare anche questo progetto. Sarebbero tantissime le cose da dire, signor Ministro. Le ripeto, credo che dovremo lavorare veramente molto e dovremo farlo nella convinzione che il sacrificio e la forza che il Governo mette in questo compito è enorme; abbiamo però anche la responsabilità e il dovere di evidenziare che vi sono "altri", nelle istituzioni locali e anche nella magistratura, che non fanno fino in fondo il loro dovere. (Applausi dei senatori Manfredi, Compagna ed Eufemi). STANFIELD, JACKIE 20 HAYCOX, CLAUDIE 35 21-APR-1990 17-413 SPEARS, MARY LOIS 21 CUMMINGS, NICKIE 25 09-JAN-1947 11-326 STUDDARD, JOE 22 TRUCKS, VIOLA 23-NOV-1890 3-86 "Shit, I just forgot," I say, slapping my hand to my forehead "I invited Jeanette." Questa pratica è stata ripresa agli inizi dell'anno scorso, ma con modalità diverse. I protagonisti, infatti, hanno agito a viso scoperto, esibendo spesso striscioni contro il carovita ed il precariato e cercando contatti con le direzioni aziendali per chiedere forti ribassi sui prezzi delle merci. Mi riferisco alla sedicente campagna di lotta per le fasce deboli e i lavoratori precari, iniziata lo scorso anno con incursioni in centri commerciali e supermercati di varie città d'Italia, tra le quali Cuneo, Mestre, Padova, Alessandria, Napoli e Bologna. "Victor Powell? Paul Owen?" I say, suddenly scared. "Have you consulted a psychic?" I ask. "Wait a minute," he interrupts. "V speakers? I've never beard of V speakers." "Goddamnit, Evelyn. What do you mean, being?" I say. "I fucking am one." acquisizione di idonea manleva da parte di Banca di Roma relativamente al periodo antecedente la costituzione della holding; (3-01839) (17 novembre 2004) SARGENT, ELLA 17 BRADY, WILL 20 30-JUL-1901 4-82 "Listen, mister-" He still manages to blow her a kiss before I get him out and away. He is completely silent as I walk him out of the brownstone. SMITHEY, LYLE J. Jr 30 SMITHEY, (M) VIRGINIA 28 05-APR-1944 10-545 "Sir?" the waiter asks tentatively. "Tightly woven fabric is created not only by using a lot of yarn but by using yarn of high-quality fibers, both long and thin, which… yes… which are… which fabricate a close weave as opposed to short and stubbly fibers, like those found in tweed. And loosely woven fabrics such as knits are extremely delicate and should be treated with great care…" Because of the detective's arrival, it seems unlikely that this will be a good day and I eye him warily as he takes the seat and crosses his legs in a way that fills me with a nameless dread. I realize I've been quiet too long when he turns around to see if I'm off the phone. "Let's go." I'm squeezing her roughly, pulling her toward the back door. "Let's be daring for once. For just once in your life, Evelyn, be daring." il settore versa in un stato di grave crisi legata, da un lato, alla concorrenza sleale proveniente soprattutto da paesi extraeuropei, dall'altro alla cessazione degli interventi di supporto (agevolazioni nell’utilizzo del gas) e all'obbligo della restituzione degli sgravi fiscali di cui ha beneficiato negli anni passati; "Because this whole thing feels, gee, I don't know… inappropriate?" she screams. si chiede di sapere se e quali iniziative si intenda assumere per prevenire il ripetersi di ulteriori episodi di violenza e quali provvedimenti siano stati adottati per individuare e punire i responsabili di tali scellerati atti. "Bateman?" And then he says, '"Thank you." SUMEROW, VIVIA 20 BROOKS, JOHN S. 28 10-SEP-1899 3-555 "Okay." She smiles, relieved. "Do." SUMNER, MOZELLE 18 FRISBY, HUIE 21 17-JUL-1936 9-230 SMITH, J.D. 23 REED, MATTIE 20 15-JUN-1890 3-62 "Four years," I say, glaring. "It's four years until I'm thirty." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STUBBLEFIELD, JOHN 22 TOLBERT, LUCY 20 20-JUL-1898 3-495 The CD gets off to a rousing start with the Lewis/Hayes-penned "Small World (Part One)," which, along with its message of harmony, has a blistering solo by Hayes at its center. In "Old Antone's" one can catch the zydeco influences that the band has picked up on touring around the country, and it gives it a Cajun flavor that is utterly unique. Bruce Hornsby plays the accordion wonderfully and the lyrics give you a sense of a true Bayou spirit. Again, on the hit single "Perfect World," the Tower of Power horns are used to extraordinary effect. It's also the best cut on the album (written by Alex Call, who isn't in the band) and it ties up all the album's themes - about accepting the imperfections of this world but still learning to "keep on dreamin' of livin' in a perfect world." Though the sang is fastpaced pop it's still moving in terms of its intentions and the band plays splendidly on it. Oddly this is followed by two instrumentals: the eerie African-influenced reggae dance track "Bobo Tempo" and the second "He created the Fendi collection, of course," Daisy says, lighting a cigarette. I click off, then pause before saying, "You have reached the home of Patrick Bateman. Please leave a message after-" Tuttavia, signor Ministro, non sono d’accordo con lei, non si può dire che c’è assuefazione, tolleranza, indifferenza, omertà. No, a Napoli i cittadini hanno paura di denunciare estorsioni e soprusi e sfiducia nell’operato complessivo delle forze dell’ordine. RESOCONTO STENOGRAFICO "What?" I ask, blinking. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Perfumes and Lipsticks and Makeups. Luis Carruthers, Courtney's boyfriend, is out of town in Phoenix and will not be back in Manhattan until late Thursday. Courtney is wearing a wool jacket and vest, a wool jersey T-shirt and wool gabardine pants by Bill Blass, crystal, enamel and gold plated earrings by Gerard E. Yosca and silk-satin d'Orsay pumps from Manolo Blahnik. I am wearing a custom-made tweed jacket, pants and a cotton shirt from the Alan Flusser shop and a silk tie by Paul Stuart. There was a twenty-minute wait at the Stairmaster machine at my health club this morning. I wave to a beggar on the corner of Forty-ninth and Eighth, then give him the finger. SWILLING, BETTY ANN 38 MILLER, DONALD GENE 38 27-AUG-1984 17-57 "You're at Marcus Halberstam's," I whisper. perché il Commissario Dr. Di Giacomo sia stato recentemente sostituito dal Dr. D'Elia, dopo solo pochi mesi di gestione; "But a luxurious accessory," Libby points out again. STATON, JOHN 25 HALL, EFFIE 18 11-OCT-1923 7-105 "Hello? Hello? Are you guys there?" he hollers, losing it. Price and I walk down Hanover Street in the darkest moments of twilight and as if guided by radar move silently toward Harry's. Timothy hasn't said anything since we left P & P. He doesn't even comment on the ugly bum that crouches beneath a Dumpster off Stone Street, though he does manage a grim wolf whistle toward a woman - big tits, blonde, great ass, high heels - heading toward Water Street. Price seems nervous and edgy and I have no desire to ask him what's wrong. He's wearing a linen suit by Canali Milano, a cotton shirt by Ike Behar, a silk tie by Bill Blass and cap-toed leather lace-ups from Brooks Brothers. I'm wearing a lightweight linen suit with pleated trousers, a cotton shirt, a dotted silk tie, all by Valentino Couture, and perforated cap-toe leather shoes by Allen-Edmonds. Once inside Harry's we spot David Van Patten and Craig McDermott at a table up front. Van Patten is wearing a double-breasted wool and silk sport coat, button-fly wool and silk trousers with inverted pleats by Mario Valentin "No, wait!" I say, then calming down, "Listen, I'm… it's fine, really." I start chuckling to myself. "Mr. Owen is in a very, very bad mood." se e quali misure il Ministro in indirizzo intenda assumere, nei confronti di Poste Italiane S.P.A., a tutt’oggi operante in regime di monopolio, per impedire che si proceda alla chiusura di ulteriori uffici; SINCLAIR, ALICE 21 HARLOW, W.W. 30 31-OCT-1900 4-33 SIMS, HAROLD D. 22 TURNER, MARY FRANCES 19 21-DEC-1954 12-566 "You're sure?" He laughs. "Closed. No reservations," Van Patter reminds me. "American or British cast recording?" My eyes narrowing, I'm testing him. t. Earlier in the night after dropping Jeanette off I stopped at M.K. for a fund-raiser that had something to do with Dan Quayle, who even I don't like. At M.K. the girl I'm fucking came on to me, hard, upstairs on a couch while I was waiting to play pool. "Oh god," she's saying. Excited, I slap her, then lightly punch her in the mouth, then kiss it, biting her lips. Fear, dread, confusion overwhelm her. The strap breaks and the dildo slides out of her ass while she tries to push me off. I roll away and pretend to let her escape and then, while she's gathering her clothes, muttering about what a "crazy fucking bastard" I am, I leap out at her, jackal-like, literally foaming at the mouth. She cries, apologizing, sobbing hysterically, begging for me not to hurt her, in tears, covering her breasts, now shamefully. But even her sobs fail to arouse me. I feel little gratification when I Mace her, less when I knock her head against the wall four or five times, until she loses consciousness, leaving a small stain, h "No, oh my god, oh my god, Evelyn," I moan, crushed, disappointed, my adrenaline rush turning sour, my head in my hands. "How could you mistake that wench for Ivana?" I'm laughing at this answer since Farrell is so obviously uncool, and Price shoots me a reprimanding look, says, "And Bateman - what are you so fucking zany about?" SIPES, CHARLEY H. 28 JACKSON, ALICE 19 16-DEC-1900 4-37 "Patrick," she says. "You're begging." "And a shirt with a high yarn count means it's more durable than one that doesn't… Yes, I know… But to determine this you've got to examine the material's weave…" I point to the Mark Schrager chrome and teak chair on the opposite side of my desk, silently urging him to sit. "Why not?" I turn off the tap in the sink. "He's a goddamn drug dealer," she says, exasperated "These are his peak hours." STARKS, RACHEL 23 THOMAS, DAN S. Jr 28 06-MAY-1928 7-414 "Right." Kimball nods. "It's a paunch, Evelyn," I stress. SADLER, CRAIG 21 BROWN, ETHYL 20 24-JUN-1923 7-88 Idly, I wonder if Evelyn would sleep with another woman if I brought one over to her brownstone and, if I insisted, whether they'd let me watch the two of them get it on. If they'd let me direct, tell them what to do, position them under hot halogen lamps. Probably not; the odds don't look good. But what if I forced her at gunpoint? Threatened to cut them both up, maybe, if they didn't comply? The thought doesn't seem unappealing and I can imagine the whole scenario quite clearly. I start counting the banquettes that encircle the room, then I start counting the people sitting in the banquettes. "You are not" - she sniffs, looks down, her shoulders heaving - "all there. You" - she chokes - "don't add up." "Oh, just making the rounds." He smiles. "But hey, I'm back." Evelyn feigns ignorance. "Oh who is that?" "And," Price adds, smiling, "if another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of this table we are going to set the maоtre d' on fire. So, you know, warn him." SIMMONS, B.F. 32 CALVERN, (M) FRANCIS 29 C 30-OCT-1907 5-37 SIMPSON, PATSY ADELE 33 LONG, MACK HENRY 45 01-NOV-1970 15-397 "Yes," I begin, my tone as gentle and polite as I can possibly muster. "Could you please tell the superintendent that I have a crack in my ceiling and…" I stop. PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. SMITH, TOMMIE 22 HILL, LILLIE MAE 18 C 24-JUL-1960 13-289 "Can't," McDermott says. "Haircut at the Pierre." "Vanished. Just vanished. Poof," he says. I can hear him opening a refrigerator. "No incident. Nothing. The authorities have nada." "Dorsia?" she asks and then, suspiciously, "You have reservations there? I mean for us?" "Mistletoe alert!" she shrieks, kissing me dryly on the cheek. "Merry Xmas, Patrick. Merry Xmas, Jimmy." Sandstone Quindi, noi siamo di fronte ad una situazione nella quale quel controllo del territorio che lei giustamente richiama non c'è più, e quell'intelligence che lei giustamente richiama non c'è, o non c'è in modo efficace. La domanda è: perché, avendo detto questo da mesi e nonostante quell'articolato insieme di iniziative che lei ha citato, si verifica questo effetto? Lei a questo deve rispondere, signor Ministro: perché accade quel che accade? "But I don't need to go, Patrick," she protests. Detti documenti sono stati inviati, ai sensi dell'articolo 34, comma 1, secondo periodo, del Regolamento, alla 9a Commissione permanente. Detective SANDERS, (M) GERTRUDE 56 HAMMOND, WALTER 53 29-MAY-1967 15-15 "Yeah," Tim says. "I guess." His eyes, now open, zone in on Evelyn. "A joke," Price hints. SLOOP, B.L. 23 TAYLOR, RUTH 18 24-JUN-1910 5-192 SHELTON, VASHTI 27 COLEMAN, LOUIS 30 26-JUN-1891 3-121 Lunch is alternately a burden, a puzzle that needs to be solved, an obstacle, and then it floats effortlessly into the realm of relief and I'm able to give a skillful performance - my overriding intelligence tunes in and lets me know that it can sense how much she wants me, but I hold back, uncommitted. She's also holding back, but flirting nonetheless. She has made a promise by asking me to lunch and I panic, once the squid is served, certain that I will never recover unless it's fulfilled. Other men notice her as they pass by our table. Sometimes I coolly bring my voice down to a whisper. I'm hearing things - noise, mysterious sounds, inside my head; her mouth opens, closes, swallows liquid, smiles, takes me in like a magnet covered with lipstick, mentions something involving fax machines, twice. I finally order a J&B on the rocks, then a cognac. She has mint-coconut sorbet. I touch, hold her hand across the table, more than a friend. Sun pours into Vanities, the restaurant empties out, it nears three. She Since pornography seems out of the question I browse through Light Comedy and, feeling ripped off, settle for a Woody Allen movie but I'm still not satisfied. I want something else. I pass through the Rock Musical section - nothing - then find myself in Horror Comedy - ditto - and suddenly I'm seized by a minor anxiety attack. There are too many fucking movies to choose from. I duck behind a promotional cardboard display for the new Dan Aykroyd comedy and take two five-milligram Valiums, washing them down with the Diet Pepsi. Then, almost by rote, as if I've been programmed, I reach for Body Double - a movie I have rented thirty-seven times - and walk up to the counter where I wait for twenty minutes to be checked out by a dumpy girl (five pounds overweight, dry frizzy hair). She's actually wearing a baggy, nondescript sweater - definitely not designer - probably to hide the fact that she has no tits, and even though she has nice eyes: so fucking what? Finally it's my turn. I hand her the empty boxes. "What does the other part of him think?" Hamlin asks tentatively. "Don't tell me," I shout back at him. "Merchant banking?" STUDDARD, ANNIE 17 BURKS, JOHN 21 04-AUG-1912 5-322 SWAIN, (M) MAGGIE JANE 37 ASBERRY, CHARLEY 55 06-JUL-1944 10-566 In particolare, si è registrata una diminuzione nei reati contro il patrimonio in genere: per i furti (- 8,6 per cento), per gli scippi (- 36,6 per cento), per i borseggi (- 46,4 per cento) e per furti in appartamento (- 52,6 per cento). È innegabile, invece, l'aumento degli omicidi: (+ 61,5 per cento), delle rapine (+ 2,4 per cento) e delle estorsioni (+ 48, 5 per cento). In parallelo, aumentano gli arresti (+ 10 per cento nei primi sei mesi del 2004) e - voglio sottolinearlo - le denunce, come nel caso altamente significativo delle estorsioni, che sono passate nel giro di qualche anno da una trentina ad oltre quattrocento nei primi dieci mesi di quest'anno, con l'effetto di un'efficace repressione che ha portato a comminare condanne in oltre il 70 per cento dei casi denunciati. The door to the private room opens and a girl I haven't seen before walks in and through half-closed eyes I can see that she's young, Italian, okay-looking. She smiles, sitting in a chair at my feet, and begins the pedicure. She switches off the ceiling light and except for strategically placed halogen bulbs shining down on my feet, hands and face, the room darkens, making it impossible to tell what kind of body she has, only that she's wearing gray suede and black leather buttoned ankle boots by Maud Frizon. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about UFOs That Kill. Helga arrives. SPENCER, MARY ANN 16 ROBERTS, CHARLES B. 21 22-NOV-1952 12-392 He nods, says nothing, looks up at the numbers. I stop. "The… last time I physically saw him was… at an automated teller. I can't remember which… just one that was near, um, Nell's." I hear a faint click, then another one. l'incontro tenuto l'8 novembre 2004, presso la sede di Sviluppo Italia, fra la proprietà della TSM e le organizzazioni sindacali, per trovare una soluzione alle problematiche aperte dal mancato rispetto degli accordi sottoscritti dalla Merchant Bank, non ha prodotto risultati significativi nella direzione del salvataggio del piano industriale e, quindi, dell'azienda tessile; "Yeah, well," he grumbles, staring into his martini glass. "You're late." A few minutes later, after he's sufficiently calmed down, the two of us are standing just inside Barney's main entrance. He has a handkerchief in one hand, his eyes are shut tightly, a bruise slowly forms, swelling beneath his left eye. He seems composed. "You saw the ad in the Times?" she asks. "Oh god," Timothy moans. "I am so sick of hearing Camden-girl problems. Oh my boyfriend, I love him but he loves someone else and oh how I longed for him and he ignored me and blahblah blahblahblah - god, how boring. College kids. It matters, you know? It's sad, right Bateman?" "I've heard of post-California cuisine," I say, acutely aware of the design of the restaurant: the exposed pipe and the columns and the open pizza kitchen and the… deck chairs. "In fact I've even eaten it. No baby vegetables? Scallops in burritos? Wasabi crackers? Am I on the right track? And by the way, did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Garfield but run over and skinned and then someone threw an ugly Ferragamo sweater over you before they rushed you to the vet? Fusilli? Olive oil on Brie?" SIPES, JOHN A. 28 SANDERS, MARY E. 27 10-MAY-1876 1-79 STEVENS, PEGGY ANN 21 SPAKES, JAMES 22 20-MAY-1954 12-516 "Nothing. I'm just… letting you know that… appearances can be deceiving." "Well," she says and her voice sounds genuinely tinged with maybe real disappointment, "I'll feel bad that you're not there with me." He looks deep into the mirror. She continues brushing her hair but the strokes are less definite because she's looking at Tim. He notices this and then smells her neck and I think he licks at it quickly and grins. SANDINE, SHERRY LEE 25 SANDINE, KEITH D. 26 05-NOV-1985 17-112 SMITH, G.W. 68 MARTIN, (M) LILLIE 41 C 10-NOV-1938 9-499 "Didn't you say marry?" STEWART, JULIA 18 PHELPS, BAILEY 24 03-AUG-1924 7-150 Shopping La informo che il Presidente della Repubblica, con proprio decreto in data odierna, adottato su mia proposta, ha accettato le dimissioni rassegnate dall'on. dott. Franco FRATTINI, deputato al Parlamento, dalla carica di Ministro degli affari esteri ed ha nominato Ministro del medesimo Dicastero l'on. dott. Gianfranco FINI, deputato al Parlamento, il quale contestualmente cessa dalla carica di Ministro senza portafoglio. "I would like several bottles of beer, preferably un-Mexican," I say. SPAKES, HAVIS 41 McGRIFF, JERI 47 10-NOV-1978 16-357 "Wait," Reeves says. "Who is Nell Carter?" STRINGFELLOW, MARCUS 21 DOSS, FLORA ENSLEE 23 20-OCT-1934 9-15 In the lobby of my building I stop at the front desk and try to get the attention of a black Hispanic doorman I don't recognize. He's on the phone to his wife or his dealer of some crack addict and stares at me as he nods, the phone cradled in the premature folds of his neck. When it dawns on him that I want to ask something, he sighs, rolls his eyes up and tells whoever is on the line to hold on. "Yeah whatchooneed?" he mumbles. "Well, maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner," she says, concerned. "I don't want to ruin your… willpower." SEYMORE, (M) E.N. 44 FILES, D.A. 48 01-MAY-1910 5-184 SKINNER, EMMA 19 SMITH, EMBRY LEE 21 C 03-AUG-1908 5-78 STEVENSON, (M) LIZZIE 32 BINGLEY, SID 35 10-SEP-1921 6-447 quali iniziative siano state poste in essere per la stagione turistica 2005; "Even though the guy says he's innocent he still thinks he's Inca, the bird god, or something," Kimball says, scrunching his features up. "Hey, did anyone know cavemen got more fiber than we get?" McDermott asks. A string of days pass. During the nights I've been sleeping in twenty-minute intervals. I feel aimless, things look cloudy, my homicidal compulsion, which surfaces, disappears, surfaces, leaves again, lies barely dormant during a quiet lunch at Alex Goes to Camp, where I have the lamb sausage salad with lobster and white beans sprayed with lime and foie gras vinegar. I'm wearing faded jeans, an Armani jacket, and a white, hundred-and-forty-dollar Comme des Garзons T-shirt. I make a phone call to check my messages. I return some videotapes. I stop at an automated teller. Last night, Jeanette asked me, "Patrick, why do you keep razor blades in your wallet?" The Patty Winters Show this morning was about a boy who fell in love with a box of soap. SCARBOROUGH, (M) MINNIE 45 KILE, J.W. 60 19-JAN-1917 6-152 "It's not funny," I say. "It's racist." "Hey Price," Preston says. "Do you have one?" STOVER, CLAUDE 56 ASHCRAFT, MACEL 52 02-JAN-1981 16-468 SIMMS, MORGAN 28 BROWN, MOLLIE 18 24-SEP-1927 7-350 I throw my swizzle stick at him. SINGLETON, MATHEW 21 GREEN, PEARLIE 18 24-FEB-1913 5-368 "Luis is a weasel," I shout. "He suspects nothing." "Milla… Vanilla," I repeat slowly. "Merry… Xmas," I say, unable to push her away since I've got a martini in one hand and a Waldorf salad in the other. D’altro canto, se mi consente, dobbiamo anche - e questo è problema di battaglia delle idee, di battaglia culturale - escludere e ridicolizzare l’elogio del furto, che può essere fatto - lo abbiamo letto - con toni di estetismo decadente ma che non ha diritto di cittadinanza, non è una cosa seria. Noi dobbiamo tutti insieme dire che queste sono sciocchezze. Interrogazioni sulla recrudescenza della criminalità nella città di Napoli SCROGGINS, DELCINA 15 WILSON, CHAS O. 19 07-SEP-1904 4-289 SPAKES, GERALD WAYNE 19 MAYFIELD, DORIS JEANETTE 17 13-JUN-1958 13-98 The driver comes out of the building, gives me thumbs-up, carefully pulls the limousine away from the curb and begins the trek to JFK airport, where my flight to Aspen leaves in ninety minutes. When I get back, in January, Jeanette will be out of the country. I relight a cigar, search for an ashtray. There's a church on the corner of this street. Who cares? This is, I think, the fifth child I've had aborted, the third I haven't aborted myself (a useless statistic, I admit). The wind outside the limousine is brisk and cold and the rain hits the darkened windows in rhythmic waves, mimicking Jeanette's probable weeping in the operating room, dizzy from the anesthesia, thinking about a memory from her past, a moment where the world was perfect. I resist the impulse to start cackling hysterically. "No, no," I say, confused, watching her. "You're the ghoul." SAPER, J.J. 35 OWENS, (M) ELEANOR 28 20-FEB-1903 4-188 SHIELDS, GEORGE 24 BREWER, ESSIE 21 C 13-AUG-1927 7-345 STUDDARD, VERA 31 DUKE, JENNETH Z. 33 09-APR-1942 10-330 STEVENS, CARRIE 19 WITHERSPOON, GEORGE 21 30-DEC-1900 4-39 il citato «esproprio proletario» è un atto criminale da condannare con fermezza; "Isn't that amusing?" Evelyn asks. f) stipula di specifici patti parasociali relativi al l'IRFIS al fine di assicurarne un ruolo propulsivo per l'economia siciliana e di definirne una governance finalizzata a tale scopo; She pulls her panties on, then checks her hair in the Nabolwev mirror and nods. "I understand." SANFORD, BESSIE V. 17 CARROLL, M.M. 31 09-SEP-1906 4-435 "You don't know what torture is. You don't know what you're talking about," I tell her. "You really don't know what you're talking about." The bum nods yes and moves away, shuffling slowly. SHELBY, OPAL 18 SPAKES, GEORGE O. 22 13-JUL-1946 11-223 "Yeah," I say. "I'm in heavy turmoil over it." "Yeah, a boy next door who according to you let a British corporate finance analyst intern sodomize him up the ass," I say ironically. McDermott hears it too. "Do you want to take that?" "What about you?" McDermott asks Van Patten. I lean in above her and shout, over her screams, "Try to scream, scream, keep screaming…" I've opened all the windows and the door to my terrace and when I stand over her, the mouth opens and not even screams come out anymore, just horrible, guttural, animal-like noises, sometimes interrupted by retching sounds. "Scream, honey," I urge, "keep screaming." I lean down, even closer, brushing her hair back. "No one cares. No one will help you…" She tries to cry out again but she's losing consciousness and she's capable of only a weak moan. I take advantage of her helpless state and, removing my gloves, force her mouth open and with the scissors cut out her tongue, which I pull easily from her mouth and hold in the palm of my hand, warm and still bleeding, seeming so much smaller than in her mouth, and I throw it against the wall, where it sticks for a moment, leaving a stain, before falling to the floor with a tiny wet slap. Blood gushes out of her mouth and I have to hold her head up so she won't choke. Then I f screaming again once I've ripped her dress off, leaving Bethany in only her bra, its right cup darkened with blood, and her panties, which are soaked with urine, saving them for later. I'm also the first to make it to the boardroom. Luis Carruthers follows like a puppy dog at my heels, a close second, and takes the seat next to mine which means I'm supposed to take off my Walkman. He's wearing a wool plaid sports jacket, wool slacks, a Hugo Boss cotton shirt and paisley tie - slacks, I'm guessing, from Brooks Brothers. He starts rattling on about a restaurant in Phoenix, Propheteers, that I'm actually interested in hearing about but not from Luis Carruthers, yet I'm on ten milligrams of Valium and for that reason I can manage. On The Patty Winters Show this morning were descendants of members of the Donner Party. "I do too," I say indignantly, defending myself. "I do too add up." SHELBY, LOUISE 20 HASTINGS, GENE ARLEN 21 24-JUN-1953 12-460 STEWART, MONROE 18 COLE, DORA 19 22-MAR-1903 4-195 She realizes something that causes the muscles in her face to tighten. Her eyes narrow but don't close. She's noticed the surgical mask I'm gripping in a damp fist and she breathes in, sharply, refusing to look away. I am definitely not feeling right about any of this. On the TV, in a commercial, a man holds up a piece of toast and tells his wife, "Hey, you're right… this margarine really does taste better than shit." The wife smiles. "What about brown?" Van Patten asks suspiciously. SMITH, NELLIE 22 LONG, PETE 35 24-DEC-1919 6-337 SMITH, SARAH 22 ASBERRY, HENRY 23 12-JUL-1903 4-212 STEWART, DANA 18 CROOK, W.R. 21 31-DEC-1902 4-176 SPEARS, CHARLES E. 51 STEVENS, LILLIE JANEY 31 05-OCT-1982 16-556 "Patrick," she says. "Don't leave me here. I don't want you to go." She takes the first bite, chewing dutifully, immediately and obviously disgusted, then swallows. She shudders, then makes a grimace but tries to smile as she takes another tentative bite. She shrugs again. "She's got a green streak in her hair," I tell them. "And she's smoking." SULLIVANT, LESLIE CHARLES 19 HENDRICKS, BONNIE SUE 28 26-FEB-1983 16-571 I put her on hold for two minutes, then get back on the line. "Hi," I say. "Sorry." "And, oh shit, yeah. Remind me to return the videotapes I rented last night back to the store." I start to open and close the sterling silver cigar holder that sits by the phone. Desidero sottolineare un passaggio, che peraltro lei, signor Ministro, ha toccato quando ha censurato chi - pur rivestendo importanti incarichi di carattere istituzionale - ha commentato in modo favorevole le iniziative delinquenziali, i fatti incresciosi e criminosi che sono avvenuti a Roma sabato 6 novembre 2004, quando duecento disobbedienti e attivisti dei centri sociali hanno depredato un supermercato e la libreria Feltrinelli. SEGREST, JESSIE 23 POPLAR, RHONDA 22 21-JUL-1919 6-292 STRAHAN, F.O.* 22 RANDOLPH, OLLIE 14 02-OCT-1925 7-234 SMITHEY, (M) VIRGINIA 28 SMITHEY, LYLE J. Jr 30 05-APR-1944 10-545 SANDINE, MABEL 25 HERRING, FITZHUGH 24 22-DEC-1926 7-310 "It's Van Patten," he says. "I'm putting him on three-way." "Why do you say it like that?" Hamlin asks, intrigued. "Why does he say it like that, Reeves?" "I was only here two days ago," I say, confused. SWEENEY, NORMA RUTH 19 FARRER, HOY FRANKLIN Jr 18 28-AUG-1964 14-328 "No, Evelyn dear, love of my life. I distinctly remember him ordering the tuna cappuccino," Price says, staring up at the ceiling. SMITH, LEE EDWARD 22 POOLE, GLORIA JEAN 19 30-DEC-1956 13-21 "…He went to Deerfield then Harvard. She went to Hotchkiss then Radcliffe…" SEYMORE, (M) FANNIE 42 HALL, J.A. 60 06-JAN-1881 1-444 STOVALL, ANNIE 26 GRANDISON, FRANK 24 05-JUL-1924 7-146 SCOTT, COLUMBUS 66 STUBBLEFIELD, MAGGIE RILEY 39 C 14-JUL-1962 14-2 SMITH, GERALD 21 SMITH, CAROLYN 18 17-OCT-1959 13-228 "I think I'm passing on dinner," she says. "Apologize to 'the guys' for me." Notes from Underground "You look unhappy," she says suddenly. "Looking for trouble?" Madison smiles. The dance single "How Will I Know" (my vote for best dance song of the 1980s) is a joyous ode to a girl's nervousness about whether another guy is interested in her. It's got a great keyboard riff and it's the only track on the album produced by wunderkind producer Narada Michael Walden. My own personal favorite ballad (aside from 'The Greatest Love of All" - her crowning achievement) is "All at Once" which is about how a young woman realizes all at once her lover is fading away from her and it's accompanied by a gorgeous string arrangement. Even though nothing on the album sounds like filler, the only track that might come close is "Take Good Care of My Heart," another duet with Jermaine Jackson. The problem is that it strays from the album's jazz roots and seems too in. fluenced by 1980s dance music. STEPHENS, (M) RUBY IRENE 56 JONES, LAWRENCE ROY 28 27-SEP-1973 16-21 "No," she shouts. "Armani." Smith & Wollensky STEVENSON, A.N. 30 BALLARD, MATTIE L. 29 C 22-MAY-1946 11-196 "Listen," I tell him, leaning in, "I already apologized about yelling at you because of the pizza at Pastels the other night." "Like what?" I ask, scanning the room. "That two plus two equals four? That you're secretly Nancy Reagan?" SLAUGHTER, CLEMMIE MAE 26 MULLINS, BEADIE 38 09-FEB-1936 9-177 t to complain to the doorman, when I was confronted with a new doorman, my age but balding and homely and fat. Three glazed jelly doughnuts and two steaming cups of extra-dark hot chocolate lay on the desk in front of him beside a copy of the Post opened to the comics and it struck me that I was infinitely better-looking, more successful and richer than this poor bastard would ever be and so with a passing rush of sympathy I smiled and nodded a curt though not impolite good morning without lodging a complaint. "Oh really?" I find myself saying loudly, completely uninterested, to Armstrong. "Come on," she says, taking my hands off her waist and placing her hands on my shoulders, steering me down the hall in the direction of the kitchen. "We have to save Evelyn. She's been rearranging the sushi for the past hour. She's trying to spell your initials - the P in yellowtail, the B in tuna - but she thinks the tuna looks too pale-" "But…" I stop. SEYMORE, EMMA 22 MURRAY, JOHN W. 28 19-SEP-1878 1-244 SMITH, EMMA 20 CONE, GEO 21 26-JUL-1903 4-213 "Oh you're crazy." She waves me off. "A lunatic." SMITH, ELLA 18 ROBERSON, JAMES 21 24-DEC-1906 4-453 SADLER, TOM 23 HARLEY, EVELYN 20 22-AUG-1926 7-290 f the Chassagne Montrachet. SINCLAIR, ELZIE 19 REED, TAYLOR 35 18-AUG-1919 6-302 STRAHAN, CALLIE 17 SANDERS, HERMAN 21 21-AUG-1910 5-202 "Well," I ask then, hopefully, "maybe he did, huh?" "Oh how interesting." Already Evelyn is back poring over the menu. "Now, what were we talking about?" SCOTT, GEORGE 21 HARDNIX, WILLIE 17 05-MAR-1921 6-423 STOVER, EVA S. 18 ASHCRAFT, CHARLES E. 23 28-MAY-1949 11-592 "Of course," Madison shouts and then, coolly for some reason, nods at me, shouting, I think, "Bateman," and then, "Nice tan." SMITH, DANIEL 25 CRAIG, LOIS 18 07-FEB-1944 10-537 Trasformata nell'interrogazione a risposta scritta 4-07717 "Hamlin." Again I make the two of them eat each other out but it starts failing to turn me on - all I can think about is blood and what their blood will look like and though Torri knows what to do, how to eat pussy, it doesn't subdue me and I push her away from Tiffany's cunt and start licking and biting at the pink, soft, wet cuntness while Torri spreads her ass and sits on Tiffany's face while fingering her own slit. Tiffany hungrily tongues her pussy, wet and glistening, and Torri reaches down and squeezes Tiffany's big, firm tits. I'm biting hard, gnawing at Tiffany's cunt, and she starts tensing up. "Relax," I say soothingly. She starts squealing, trying to pull away, and finally she screams as my teeth rip into her flesh. Torri thinks Tiffany is coming and grinds her own cunt harder onto Tiffany's mouth, smothering her screams, but when I look up at Torri, blood covering my face, meat and pubic hair hanging from my mouth, blood pumping from Tiffany's torn cunt onto the comforter, I can feel her sudden rush of hor SANDIN, JOHNIE 22 RAULS, FLORA 16 26-DEC-1932 8-450 "yup yup yup yup yup yup…" SMITH, MADIE 20 SPEIGHTS, J.T. 30 06-AUG-1904 4-283 SANCHEZ, HELEN MARIE 41 JONES, HUBERT EARL 38 19-AUG-1967 15-39 …because while doing this I've failed to notice the squad car that was traveling behind me - doing what? god only knows, handing out parking tickets? - and after the noise the magnum makes echoes, fades, the siren of the squad car pierces the night, out of nowhere, sending my heart into palpitations, I start walking away from the trembling body, slowly, casually at first, as if innocent, then I break into a run, full-fledged, the cop car screeching after me, over a loudspeaker a cop shouts uselessly, "halt stop halt put down your weapon," ignoring them I make a left on Broadway, heading down toward City Hall Park, ducking into an alleyway, the squad car follows but only makes it halfway as the alley narrows, a spray of blue sparks flying up before it gets stuck and I run out the end of the alley as fast as I can onto Church Street, where I flag down a cab, hop in the front seat and scream at its driver, a young Iranian guy completely taken by surprise, to "get the hell out of here fast - no drive," I'm waving "Oh Jesus. Fuck off, you faggots." Van Patten sighs. "Look what you've done," I whisper desperately. "Get up. Get up." There is a pause - the crowd in the background a surging, deafening mass - and with real hope coursing through me I open my eyes, realizing that the maоtre d', god love him, is probably looking through the reservation book for a cancellation - but then he starts giggling, low at first but it builds to a high-pitched crescendo of laughter which is abruptly cut off when he slams down the receiver. "Shoot," I say. SPURLOCK, JAMES J. 62 BLASENGAME, (M) LUDY 61 02-SEP-1961 13-444 Back in my bedroom, Christie lies on the futon, tied to the legs of the bed, bound up with rope, her arms above her head, ripped pages from last month's Vanity Fair stuffed into her mouth. Jumper cables hooked up to a battery are clipped to both breasts, turning them brown. I had been dropping lit matches from Le Relais onto her belly and Elizabeth, delirious and probably overdosing on the Ecstasy, had been helping before I turned on her and chewed at one of her nipples until I couldn't control myself and bit it off, swallowing. For the first time I notice just how small and delicately structured Christie is, was. I start kneading her breasts with a pair of pliers, then I'm mashing them up, things are moving fast, I'm making hissing noises, she spits out the pages from the magazine, tries to bite my hand, I laugh when she dies, before she does she starts crying, then her eyes roll back in some kind of horrible dream state. SPEARS, HALLON 20 ARD, JIMMIE 18 05-MAR-1949 11-565 My call waiting buzzes again and before I can even decide whether to take it or not, Hamlin makes up my mind for me. "Now if you guys don't want to go to Kaktus-" "She drinks a liter of Stoli a day then throws it up and redrinks it, McDermott," Van Patten explains. "Total alkie." "These matchbooks are slightly larger than the lobster they serve here," he says. "Besides, I'm not that hungry." "Delectable." I cough nervously. I think about this then say, "Too sporty for a business suit." "Not even for a glass of the chardonnay?" Scott asks. "How about a sauvignon blanc?" "I'll eat it," I say. "Jjust listen." I'm tapping my fingers against the table loudly. He waits a long time before answering, "I guess." SINGLETON, VAN 21 GOOLSBY, SUSAN 18 29-DEC-1876 1-127 "See you then." I hang up too, and with a smile that tries its best to express pleasure at her choice, I find myself fighting for breath, every muscle tensed sharply. Jean is wearing a wool jersey and flannel dress by Calvin Klein, an alligator belt with a silver buckle by Barry Kieselstein Cord, silver earrings and clear stockings also by Calvin Klein. She stands there in front of the desk, confused. Reed Thompson walks in wearing a wool plaid four-button double-breasted suit and a striped cotton shirt and a silk tie, all Armani, plus slightly tacky blue cotton socks by Interwoven and black Ferragamo cap-toe shoes that look exactly like mine, with a copy of the Wall Street Journal held in a nicely manicured fist and a Bill Kaiserman tweed balmacaan overcoat draped casually across the other arm. He nods and sits across from us at the table. Soon after, Todd Broderick walks in wearing a wool chalk-striped six-button double-breasted suit and a striped broadcloth shirt and silk tie, all by Polo, plus an affected linen pocket square that I'm fairly sure is also by Polo. McDermott walks in next, carrying a copy of this week's New York magazine and this morning's Financial Times, wearing new nonprescription Oliver Peoples redwood-framed glasses, a black and white wool houndstooth-check single-breasted suit with notch lapels, a striped cotton dress shirt with spread collar and a silk paisley tie, all of it design che nel pomeriggio di sabato 6 novembre 2004, nel corso della manifestazione contro il precariato svoltasi a Roma, un gruppo di disobbedienti ha fatto irruzione prima nel centro commerciale Panorama di via Pietralata, facendo razzia di generi alimentari di primissima qualità (tra cui champagne e patè) e di prodotti hi-fi incitando la folla a non pagare e, successivamente, nella libreria Feltrinelli di Largo Argentina dove, dopo aver malmenato alcuni commessi, ha prelevato alcuni libri al grido «diritto alla Kultura»; SMITH, AGNES 25 COPE, HERSHEL 25 16-NOV-1934 9-25 SINGLETON, O.Z. 24 DODSON, LaNELLE 18 23-DEC-1933 8-552 si chiede di sapere: The bum nods and starts to cry, thankfully. SMITH, RUBY 19 LOVE, AUBREY 23 04-NOV-1925 7-241 "No," I say carefully. "Not really." "Oh Jesus, Preston," I say. "What does that have to do with anything?" "Great," the ineffectual one says, relieved. "And thanks for your, uh, time, Mr. Bateman." "That's so typical, isn't it?" I ask. SMITH, (M) SARAH 30 GRAY, JOHN M. 44 24-APR-1879 1-298 "Fuck yourself!" Price roars. "Wait, Tim," Van Patten says. "Cool out. I'll drink them." "J&B rocks," I tell him, suddenly thinking it's strange that Meredith wasn't invited. "See, Hamlin," I say, "I disagree about the belt since the shoes are so far away from the actual belt line. I think you should concentrate on wearing a belt that coordinates with the trousers." SMITH, POLLY CAROLIN 18 TANNER, CARL GEORGE 21 28-JUL-1940 10-121 SMITH, JOSEPHINE 34 YOUNG, MARVIN GAYE 27 20-APR-1992 17-538 SMALL, CHARLES HUSTON 19 VINSON, EVA Jo 17 15-MAY-1943 10-463 (presentato in data 18/11/2004 ) I exhale. "It is. But I got a fabulous deal," I say, gulping. After another sharp intake of breath, sighing, I admit, "There is nothing, not-hing to talk-" SANDERS, JAMES FRANKLIN 31 WHITE, WILLIE 19 28-OCT-1923 7-108 I lift my head up from the sweaters, the ties, whatever, and glance at Luis. In that instant he smiles, relieved that I'm acknowledging his presence, but the smile soon becomes fractured and in the dark inner recesses of his fag mind he realizes something and starts crying. When I calmly walk over to a column so I can hide behind it, he follows and roughly grabs my shoulder, spinning me around so I'm facing him: Luis blotting out reality. Vorrei a questo proposito prendere a prestito le parole scritte recentemente da un autorevole intellettuale napoletano: "Non è un processo rapido né indolore quello che è necessario per uscire dall’inferno attuale"; occorrono "evidentemente uno sforzo collettivo e un’azione costante ed efficace di tutte le istituzioni interessate: da quelle che svolgono la repressione legale per conto dello Stato a quelle che provvedono al governo cittadino e regionale, ai mezzi di comunicazione di massa, alla scuola e all’università". Peraltro - cito ancora Nicola Tranfaglia - la questione napoletana "ha radici antiche che derivano dalla forte disgregazione sociale ed economica che caratterizza l’ex capitale borbonica, incapace di trovare da molti decenni una dimensione nuova". Ripeto dunque in Parlamento, dopo averlo detto venerdì scorso di fronte al sindaco e al presidente della Regione, che a Napoli tra le piaghe da sanare vi è anche l’assuefazione alla illegalità diffusa, vi è la rassegnazione al peggio, vi è la scarsa propensione di molti cittadini a solidarizzare e a collaborare con le forze dell’ordine. SIMMONS, ROBERT 21 THRELKELD, ELSIE LEE 18 04-MAY-1949 11-581 SAELER, ED 25 ASHLOCK, TINA 18 16-FEB-1902 4-124 "You should… oh god, I don't know. Wear erotic underwear?" I say, guessing. "Oh Jesus, Evelyn. I don't know. Nothing. You can't do anything." "Don't be intimidated," Daisy says. "Fur is only an accessory. Don't be intimidated by it." SCOTT, DELPHIA LEE 18 SHIELDS, WALLACE 21 C 24-MAR-1951 12-156 Dove sono quando tutte le regole, signor Ministro, anche le minimali, vengono infrante e le auto sfrecciano con il conducente senza cintura di sicurezza e i conducenti degli scooter con il casco sono l’eccezione? Dove sono le nostre amministrazioni comunali di Napoli e provincia da dieci-quindici anni, signor Ministro? Queste sono le responsabilità che noi, se vogliamo arrivare alla soluzione dei problemi, dobbiamo sottolineare. SMITH, J. CHESTER 29 HARALSON, FLOYCE IOWN 26 13-JUN-1938 9-464 "Ye-e-es?" I ask, stretching the word out. Questo volevo dire e la ringrazio, signor Ministro. (Applausi dai Gruppi DS-U e Mar-DL-U). STANLEY, PEARLIE M. 23 CHILDRESS, CARL H. 31 08-JUL-1949 11-602 "How's Courtney?" Farrell asks Craig, leering. "No, I'm sorry," he says, genuinely apologetic. "I should've made an appointment." Gesturing toward the cordless phone I'm placing back in its recharging cradle, he asks, "Was that, uh, anything important?" Sono assenti per incarico avuto dal Senato i senatori: Antonino Caruso e Callegaro, per attività della 2a Commissione permanente; Bonavita, Forlani, Martone e Provera, per attività della 3a Commissione permanente; Tomassini, per attività della 12a Commissione permanente; Novi, Moncada Lo Giudice, Specchia e Vallone, per attività della 13a Commissione permanente; Iovene e Pianetta, per attività della Commissione straordinaria per la tutela e la promozione dei diritti umani; Bianconi, Boldi, Carella, Danzi, Liguori, Longhi, Salzano e Tatò, per attività della Commissione parlamentare d’inchiesta sul Servizio sanitario nazionale; Cozzolino, Demasi, Fasolino, Flammia, Iervolino, Izzo, Manzione, Ponzo, Rollandin e Scalera, per attività della Commissione parlamentare d’inchiesta sulle cause dell’inquinamento del fiume Sarno; Pizzinato, per attività della Commissione parlamentare per il controllo sull’attività degli enti gestori di forme obbligatorie di previdenza e assistenza sociale; Budin, Iannuzzi, Manzella, Ness SWEMP, WINFIELD 21 ROSS, HARRIET 20 08-AUG-1907 5-23 We stop at an outdoor cafй, Nowheres, on the Upper West Side, debating which movie to see, if there are any museum exhibits we should attend, maybe just a walk, she suggests the zoo, I'm nodding mindlessly. Jean is looking good, like she's been working out, and she's wearing a gilt lamb jacket and velvet shorts by Matsuda. I'm imagining myself on television, in a commercial for a new product - wine cooler? tanning lotion? sugarless gum? - and I'm moving in jump-cut, walling along a beach, the film is black-and-white, purposefully scratched, eerie vague pop music from the mid-1960s accompanies the footage, it echoes, sounds as if it's coming from a calliope. Now I'm looking into the camera, now I'm holding up the product - a new mousse? tennis shoes? - now my hair is windblown then it's day then night then day again and then it's night. "Is that the punch line - My mind's a blank?" McDermott asks. STEELMAN, EDITH 19 RILEY, BOSIE W. 21 30-MAR-1938 9-432 "I'll have to ask my boyfriend," she says, smiling at me in the mirror. While she was gone I would vomit - just to do it - into the rustic terra-cotta jars that lined the patio in front or I would drive into town with the scary masseur and collect razor blades. At night I'd place a faux-concrete and aluminum-wire sconce by Jerry Kott over Evelyn's head and since she'd be so knocked out on Halcion she wouldn't brush it off, and though I laughed at this, while the sconce rose evenly with her deep breathing, soon it made me sad and I stopped placing the sconce over Evelyn's head. se risulti che la Digos abbia poi provveduto ad identificare tutti i partecipanti all’esproprio proletario e se siano stati presi provvedimenti nei confronti degli stessi. nd I'm hoping that after the Ecstasy hits her system I can convince the two girls to have sex in front of me. My response is predictably cool. "Dinner at the River Cafй. Afterwards Au Bar, maybe." Perhaps on instinct, perhaps from memory, she makes a futile dash for the front door, crying out. Though the chardonnay has dulled her reflexes, the Scotch I've drunk has sharpened mine, and effortlessly I'm leaping in front of her, blocking her escape, knocking her unconscious with four blows to the head from the nail gun. I drag her back into the living room, laying her across the floor over a white Voilacutro cotton sheet, and then I stretch her arms out, placing her hands flat on thick wooden boards, palms up, and nail three fingers on each hand, at random, to the wood by their tips. This causes her to regain consciousness and she starts screaming. After I've sprayed Mace into her eyes, mouth, into her nostrils, I place a camel-hair coat from Ralph Lauren over her head, which drowns out the screams, sort of. I keep shooting nails into her hands until they're both covered - nails bunched together, twisted over each other in places, making it impossible for her to try and sit up. I have to remove her shoes, "It's not," I find myself saying. It's hard to tell. My hair is very thick and I can't tell if I'm losing it. I really doubt it. On a moonless night, in the starkness of the locker room at Xclusive, after working out for two hours, I'm feeling good. The gun in my locker is an Uzi which cost me seven hundred dollars and though I am also carrying a Ruger Mini ($469) in my Bottega Veneta briefcase and it's favored by most hunters, I still don't like the way it looks; there's something more manly about an Uzi, something dramatic about it that gets me excited, and sitting here, Walkman on my head, in a pair of two-hundred-dollar black Lycra bicycle shorts, a Valium just beginning to take effect, I stare into the darkness of the locker, tempted. The rape and subsequent murder last night of an NYU student behind the Gristede's on University Place, near her dorm, however inappropriate the timing, no matter how uncharacteristic the lapse, was highly satisfying and though I'm unprepared by my change of heart, I'm in a reflective mood and I place the gun, which is a symbol of order to me, back in the locker, to be used at another time. I have vid "Oh great, Preston." Price sighs. "You are one unfunny bastard." STEWART, PARALEE 18 REED, A.L. 28 12-NOV-1890 3-84 che alla Wind sono scomparsi dal listino di telefonia mobile dell'azienda i terminali dei marchi più richiesti sul mercato per essere sostituiti da altri marchi a bassa richiesta di mercato; I take it from her, read it, then look at Evelyn, then back at the fortune, then out the tinted window, at snow flurries swirling around lampposts, around people waiting for buses, beggars staggering directionless down city streets, and I say out loud to myself, "My luck could be worse. It really could." "What in the hell is he doing?" I ask, then my call waiting clicks in. "Just… say… no," I tell her, taking my Armani overcoat off and hanging it on the Alex Loeb coatrack I bought at Bloomingdate's. "No, Patrick," Luis says. "They were… broiled." SIPES, ADDIE 33 WELLS, SILAS G. 36 21-AUG-1944 10-579 "No, he's a chef." "…total lightweight…" SMITH, SAMELLA 16 DUPREE, DUIE G. 21 C 10-JUN-1956 12-626 Circa cento persone, appartenenti al sodalizio "Unione Disoccupati" di Napoli ed ai "No Global" campani, tra cui il noto Francesco Caruso, hanno effettuato una protesta all'interno di un supermercato della catena "Carrefour" protestando contro il caro prezzi e la precarietà occupazionale, chiedendo di effettuare una spesa sociale a metà prezzo. She stares up at me with this seventeen-year-old's gaze, then looks down at the length of her body soaking in the tub. With the mildest of shrugs she places the glass on the tub's edge and moves a hand down to the sparse hair, also blond, below her flat porcelain-smooth stomach, and then she spreads her legs slightly. "Let's order," he says, not looking at me, waving to a hardbody, who brings over two menus and a wine list while smiling appreciatively at Sean, who in turn ignores her totally. I open the menu and - damnit - it's not prix fixe, which means that Sean orders the lobster with caviar and peach ravioli as an appetizer and the blackened lobster with strawberry sauce as an entrйe-the two most expensive items on the menu. I order the quail sashimi with grilled brioche and the baby soft-shell crabs with grape jelly. A hardbody opens the bottle of Cristal and pours it into crystal tumblers, which I guess is supposed to be cool. After she leaves, Sean notices me staring at him in a vaguely disapproving manner. Evelyn comes back with the sorbet in Odeon margarita glasses and an unopened bottle of Glenfiddich, which remains unopened while we eat the sorbet. "Ah, I see… Yes." I nod again, still not relieved. "Paul's disappearance… Yes." "Taxi!" I whistle, trying to wave down a passing cab. STORY, CARRIE 33 THOMAS, HENRY 36 16-DEC-1896 3-425 "Yes?" I ask, staring at Bethany, gesturing for him to continue. SMITH, GEO 23 JONES, (M) JULIA 20 15-MAR-1890 3-53 "Yeah," I growl, trying to check my hair in the cabdriver's rearview mirror. "Here's a tip: get a real job, you dumb fucking nigger." Then I slam the door myself and tell the cabdriver to take us to the Upper West Side. Interrogazioni con richiesta di risposta scritta SOWEL, KOYCE 33 DUNN, LULA MAE 18 31-JAN-1959 13-156 SPOOKS, JACOB 21 HALL, SUSAN 17 18-JAN-1891 3-104 STOCKER, BEULAH 18 BLACKWELL, MANUEL 20 C 23-MAR-1926 7-269 SLOAN, W.A. 36 ROBERTS, OLEVIA 20 05-MAR-1899 3-532 SIPES, JOHN D. 22 NEELY, MONTINE 18 15-JUL-1955 12-588 STAGGS, SHIRLEY L. 17 MASON, GEORGE E. 18 14-AUG-1964 14-322 "Call Hamlin." "Had his apartment been burglarized?" I ask. "Go for it," Anne says cheerily. "What?" I moan, puzzled but almost there. Courtney smiles, hanging up both coats in the hall closet. "Eating in tonight, darlings. I'm sorry, I know, I know, I tried to talk Evelyn out of it but we're having… sushi." Infine, il 10 novembre 2004, è stato sottoscritto un "contratto per la sicurezza urbana" tra la prefettura e il Comune di Napoli, contratto che prevede la costituzione di "comitati circoscrizionali per la legalità, la sicurezza e la solidarietà", con il compito di promuovere il monitoraggio del territorio, progetti di riqualificazione urbanistica e la diffusione della conoscenza, presso il mondo imprenditoriale, delle norme di leggi nazionali a sostegno delle vittime dell'estorsione e del racket. SIPES, DENNIS L. 28 KENNEDY, BETTY R. 29 06-FEB-1976 16-199 SPAKES, BRAWNER 21 NOWLIN, PAULINE 18 23-SEP-1936 9-264 He looks up too. "Kimball." STONE, NATALIE 18 CULPEPPER, GORDON 21 16-MAY-1929 8-11 SHULAR, JOE 26 THOMAS, FLONEY 20 10-SEP-1906 4-434 "Oh my god. You mean it, too!" She throws her head back in despair. "I knew it, I knew it." SMITHWICK, JOHNNY 19 JONES, CAROLYN 16 02-MAR-1964 14-270 "Some don't." I clear my throat self-consciously. "Or, well, people compensate… They adjust…" After a long pause, "People can get accustomed to anything, right?" I ask. "Habit does things to people." "Which one?" SANGSTER, ERNEST L. 29 JONES, MARY BETTY 24 04-SEP-1955 12-594 "That's nice," I murmur, looking for champagne glasses, tapes, anything. "I'm not sure," he says. "I think it involves… a pan." I looked up from the monitor, lowering my Wayfarer aviator sunglasses, and stared at Jean, then lightly fingered the Zagat guide that sat next to the monitor. Pastels would be impossible. Ditto Dorsia. Last time I called Dorsia someone had actually hung up on me even before I asked, "Well, if not next month, how about January?" and though I have vowed to get a reservation at Dorsia one day (if not during this calendar year, then at least before I'm thirty), the energy I would spend attempting this feat isn't worth wasting on Sean. Besides, Dorsia's far too chic for him. I want to make him endure this dinner; to not be allowed the pleasure of being distracted by hardbodies on their way to Nell's; somewhere with a men's room attendant so he would have to be painfully subtle about what is now, I'm sure, his chronic cocaine usage. I handed the Zagat to Jean and asked her to find the most expensive restaurant in Manhattan. She made a nine o'clock reservation at the Quilted Giraffe. "Oh god," she moans loudly. "Get out of here." "Hi, Alison. Pat Bateman," I say, holding out my hand. "Well, now what can I do for you sir?" he asks. (4-07728) "No," I agree. "Vests have never been out of fashion." Napoli è il cuore vitale di un Mezzogiorno inquieto, ma non rassegnato e rappresenta probabilmente la sfida più delicata e suggestiva sulla quale si gioca il futuro del nostro Paese. Sarà bene che questo Governo non lo dimentichi, sarà bene, signor Ministro, che la sua maggioranza non lo dimentichi. Occorre pertanto una politica sociale specifica per i giovani, per le loro esigenze. Certo, occorre anche più certezza della pena, le scarcerazioni devono essere meno facili ed è necessario che vi sia meno permissivismo. Sono d’accordo con il collega Tessitore; il permissivismo nella mia città e nell’hinterland è inteso come cedimento delle autorità preposte all’ordine pubblico anche da parte dei professionisti del disordine quotidiano. "Wait. Let me toy for a minute." "While a tie holder is by no means required businesswear, it adds to a clean, neat overall appearance. But the accessory shouldn't dominate the tie. Choose a simple gold bar or a small clip and place it at the lower end of the tie at a downward forty-five-degree angle." We all take this in solemnly. No one makes fun of McDermott's revelatory statement or of his inability to react more aggressively with this chick. No one says anything but we are all thinking the same thought: Never pick up a Vassar girl. SCOTT, ROY A. 58 STONE, (M) IONE D. 55 07-JAN-1966 14-466 SAWYER, J.W. 55 EDITON, (M) EFFIE 41 C 02-MAR-1940 10-71 "What are you doing here?" he whispers. BATTISTI (Mar-DL-U). Credo allora, se vogliamo entrare in tema, che l'approvazione di certe leggi, che alcuni hanno giudicato illegali, non siano state un buon esempio per i cittadini. SIPES, L.C. 35 WARREN, CORA 19 11-NOV-1977 16-303 "No. You said Samantha." sabato 6 novembre 2004 circa 200 persone, disobbedienti, attivisti di centri sociali ed altri facinorosi, sono entrati in una libreria Feltrinelli e in un supermercato Panorama di Roma e hanno sottratto carrelli di cibo, vestiti, scarpe, giocattoli, computer e prodotti hi-fi, reclamando il loro diritto all’esproprio proletario; She nods mutely. I'm in my bathroom, shirtless in front of the Orobwener mirror, debating whether to take a shower and wash my hair since it looks shitty due to the rain. Tentatively I smooth some mousse into it then run a comb over the mousse. Daisy sits in the Louis Montoni brass and chrome chair by the futon, spooning Macadamia Brittle Hдagen-Dazs ice cream into her mouth. She is wearing only a lace bra and a garter belt from Bloomingdale's. Onorevoli senatori, i fatti richiamati dagli interroganti sono ormai noti e mi limiterò quindi a ricostruirli nelle linee essenziali. Nella mattinata dello scorso 6 novembre circa 200 persone si sono riunite in via dei Volsci e in piazza Vittorio a Roma. C'erano disobbedienti, esponenti dei centri sociali romani, milanesi e del Nord-Est, nonché elementi del "Coordinamento di lotta per la casa" di Roma. The table stares at me uncomfortably, even Stash, but I'm on a roll. I consider this too, nodding thoughtfully. "Uh-huh." McDermott smiles, triumphant. Courtney calls, too wasted on Elavil to meet me for a coherent dinner at Cranes, the new Kitty Oates Sanders restaurant in Gramercy Park where Jean, my secretary, made reservations for us last week, and I'm nonplussed. Even though it got excellent reviews (one in New York magazine; the other in The Nation) I don't complain or persuade Courtney to change her mind since I have two files I should go over and The Patty Winters Show I taped this morning hasn't been watched yet. It's sixty minutes about women who've had mastectomies, which at seven-thirty, over breakfast, before the office, I couldn't bear to sit through, but after today - hanging out at the office, where the air-conditioning broke down, a tedious lunch with Cunningham at Odeon, my fucking Chinese cleaners unable to get bloodstains out of another Soprani jacket, four videotapes overdue that ended up costing me a fortune, a twenty-minute wait at the Stairmasters - I've adapted; these events have toughened me and I'm prepared to deal with this partic "You're a dead man, Abdullah," I repeat, no joke. "Count on it." "Elizabeth." I point at my Rolex. "It's three in the morning." She's looking around the restaurant, taking it in. Chaos People are waiting ten deep at the bar. The maоtre d' seats the couple at a table in the middle of the room. Sylvester Stallone and a bimbo sit in the front booth that Sean and I sat in just weeks before, much to my sickened amazement, and his bodyguards are piled into the booth next to that, and the owner of Petty's, Norman Prager, lounges in the third. Jean turns her head to me and shouts "What?" over the din. The evening has already deteriorated considerably so this comment doesn't ruin anything or leave me unprepared, but the unreasonableness of our situation is choking me and I push my water glass back toward Evelyn and ask the waiter to remove the half-eaten urinal cake. My endurance for tonight is shot the second the melting dessert is taken away. For the first time I notice that she has been eyeing me for the last two years not with adoration but with something closer to greed. Someone finally brings her a water glass along with a bottle of Evian I didn't hear her order. che il verificarsi della situazione esposta ha provocato una reazione generale di disagio tale da comportare la proclamazione di uno sciopero che ha paralizzato i due stabilimenti del gruppo, con danno produttivo ed economico per l'azienda e i dipendenti, nonché uno stato di estrema tensione e deterioramento delle corrette relazioni sindacali e dell'ordine pubblico, STUART, JULIA 18 ADAIR, J.W. 25 23-JAN-1890 3-40 This is getting nowhere. I sigh and turn to Jean, who looks completely mystified. "Let's go, okay?" She nods dumbly. Humiliated, I take Jean's hand and we get up - she slower than I - brushing past the maоtre d' and the couple, and make our way back through the crowded restaurant and then we're outside and I'm utterly devastated and murmuring robotically to myself "I should have known better I should have known better I should," but Jean skips down the street laughing, pulling me along, and when I finally notice her unexpected mirth, between giggles she lets out "That was so funny" and then, squeezing my clenched fist, she lets me know "Your sense of humor is so spontaneous." Shaken, walking stiffly by her side, ignoring her, I ask myself "Where… to… now?" and in seconds come up with an answer - Arcadia, toward which I find myself guiding us. "Shhh…" "How do you know I'm guilty?" I can't believe I'm asking this patiently. SNEED, DANIEL HAROLD 23 POWERS, (M) ELIZABETH J. 22 16-AUG-1975 16-162 SMITH, EDNA 20 KNICKERBOCKER, DENNIE 21 25-DEC-1911 5-286 SIMONS, LUTHER 18 PROCTOR, LORENE 18 08-JAN-1945 11-19 "Bateman…," Hamlin warns. "That's okay," Hamlin says, sipping his martini. "But then the belt has to match the shoes." SHELTON, MART 19 WALKER, LAURA 20 24-DEC-1924 7-183 "Guess," she moans and follows it with a "Duh" so loud that Christie flinches. nt lyrics which is what usually happens when a singer doesn't write her own material and has to have her producer choose it. But Whitney and company have picked well here. SMITH, ALPHA DOLLIE 69 DEAN, WILBUR LEE 69 15-SEP-1979 16-396 "No," Charles said, then quietly mentioned, "Tell him your mother is… worse." "I did," I say, my back still to her. Fore! (Chrysalis; 1986) is essentially a continuation of the Sports album but with an even more professional sheen. This is the record where the guys don't need to prove they've grown up and that they've accepted rock 'n' roll, because in the three year transition between Sports and Fore! they already had. (In fact three of them are wearing suits on the cover of the record.) It opens with a blaze of fire, "Jacob's Ladder," which is essentially a song about struggle and overcoming compromise, a fitting reminder of what Huey and the News represents, and with the exception of "Hip to Be Square" it's the best song on the album (though it wasn't written by anyone in the band). This is followed by the sweetly good-matured "Stuck with You," a lightweight paean to relationships and marriage. In fact most of the love songs on the album are about sustained relationships, unlike the early albums, where the concerns were about either lusting after girls and not getting them or getting burned in the process. On Fore! the "Uh… we have?" I ask. Commissione parlamentare consultiva in ordine all'attuazione della riforma amministrativa ai sensi della legge 15 marzo 1997 n. 59, variazioni nella composizione SMITH, ERA 18 LUNSFORD, OTIS 19 22-OCT-1927 7-355 SCOTT, (M) FANNY 76 POPLAR, HENRY D. 82 C 18-MAY-1967 15-4 t Complex. These are formulas that contain D-panthenol, a vitamin-B-complex factor; polysorbate 80, a cleansing agent for the scalp; and natural herbs. Over the weekend I plan to go to Bloomingdale's or Bergdorf's and on Evelyn's advice pick up a Foltene European Supplement and Shampoo for thinning hair which contains complex carbohydrates that penetrate the hair shafts for improved strength and shine. Also the Vivagen Hair Enrichment Treatment, a new Redken product that prevents mineral deposits and prolongs the life cycle of hair. Luis Carruthers recommended the Aramis Nutriplexx system, a nutrient complex that helps increase circulation. Once out of the shower and toweled dry I put the Ralph Lauren boxers back on and before applying the Mousse A Raiser, a shaving cream by Pour Hommes, I press a hot towel against my face for two minutes to soften abrasive beard hair. Then I always slather on a moisturizer (to my taste, Clinique) and let it soak in for a minute. You can rinse it off or keep it on and apply a che tali acquisti causano per la Wind l'esborso di cifre notevoli distolte da altre attività; SCOTT, FORREST 25 GAILEY, RAYMOND 25 09-MAR-1933 8-468 For the first time I notice his pants are still unzipped and calmly and without difficulty I turn out of the stall and move over to a sink to wash my hands, but my gloves are still on and I don't want to take them off. The bathroom at the Yale Club suddenly seems to me to be the coldest room in the universe and I shudder involuntarily. Luis trails behind, touching my jacket, leaning next to me at the sink. "Oh McDermott," I moan, "Just do it." Both of them are looking at each other as if some secret signal is passing between them, before Sabrina shakes her head and then Christie follows with the same head movement. STARK, HAROLD 39 GILPATRICK, (M) TENNIE 40 23-APR-1922 7-17 SEGREST, HERBERT 23 EUBANKS, LOIS PATSY 17 C 16-MAR-1946 11-163 SCHNYDER, O.P. 22 OAKS, LAURA 09-JAN-1895 3-301 SMITH, W.M. 23 PERRY, CORA 19 C 24-DEC-1907 5-48 questo ultimo grave episodio di violenza si inserisce in un contesto di articolate e forse collegate azioni che mettono i cittadini in una situazione di pericolo; "What are you talking about?" I'm actually trying to remember where I told Jeanette and Evelyn to meet us. SNEED, WALTER A. 21 O'NEAL, EUNICE 16 19-APR-1919 6-277 "I wanted to come over," she says in a whiny, little-girl tone. "I was scared. I still am. Can't you hear it in my voice?" "Well, if not Elizabeth, what about Sylvia josephs?" McDermott suggests. "Cool," Stash grunts. "Why?" she asks, curious. He turns, facing me, and breaks into this weird jig, twirling around, then just as abruptly he stops and walks over to a black woman and child who are sitting in the doorway of the closed deli next to Nell's and predictably she's begging for food, a predictable cardboard sign at her feet. It's hard to tell if the kid, six or seven, is black or not, even if it's really hers, since the light outside Nells is too bright, really unflattering, and tends to make everyone's skin look the same yellowish, washed-out color. "Pat Bateman," I say, putting the Watchman back in my pocket. "Forget it. We've met." '"That we're going someplace else," he says. SUMMERALL, JANE 19 PRICE, BERNARD WILLIAM 24 21-JUL-1961 13-420 "Patrick, " she warns. "Who?" SAUNDERS, ARTIS LEE 21 HEBERT, DIANE E. 27 03-AUG-1985 17-100 "Nah. Hell, you're banging her, Bateman. Why should we get Evelyn flowers? You better have change for a fifty," he warns the driver, squinting at the red numbers on the meter. "Damnit. Steroids. Sorry I'm tense." quali iniziative si intenda assumere perché siano sollecitamente rifinanziati tutti i programmi di intervento contro il degrado e il disagio sociale nelle aree a rischio, che sono stati sospesi a seguito dei pesanti tagli dei fondi e dei trasferimenti agli enti locali nelle leggi finanziarie degli ultimi anni; STARKS, BIRDIE V. 21 RUNNALLS, J.J. 28 08-OCT-1899 3-560 "Okay." SCOTT, MARVIN 30 JENKINS, LENA BELL 29 C 20-AUG-1960 13-297 "Well…" I'm suddenly confused and scared, the Nuprin bitter in my-stomach. "I… Wait… What information have you received?" SHELTON, J.M. 40 TAYLOR, ILA 29 07-JUN-1914 6-2 SANDERS, CALLIE L. 20 GRAY, JOHN T. 45 01-OCT-1903 4-225 s are, however, too stream-of-consciousness to make much sense. It might be about growing up and accepting adulthood but it's unclear; at any rate, its second instrumental part puts the song more in focus for me and Mike Banks gets to show off his virtuosic guitar skills while Tom Rutherford washes the tracks over with dreamy synthesizers, and when Phil repeats the song's third verse at the end it can give you chills. about Teenage Girls Who Trade Sex for Crack I spent two hours at the gym today and can now complete two hundred abdominal crunches in less than three minutes. Near Evelyn's brownstone I hand a freezing bum one of the fortune cookies I took from the delivery boy and he stuffs it, fortune and all, into his mouth, nodding thanks. "Fucking slob," I mutter loud enough for him to hear. As I turn the corner and head for Evelyn's, I notice the police lines are still up around the brownstone where her neighbor Victoria Bell was decapitated. Four limousines are parked in front, one still running. "Uh, no, I don't think so," the guy says mildly. "Who were you with?" she interrupts. "One? Two?" she asks. "No. The Philippines," Caron says. "It wasn't in Philadelphia." "Isn't it… Michael J. Fox?" she asks, still squinting. "The actor?" SHELL, J.M. 24 WILSON, MARIAH C. 21 05-JAN-1882 1-505 Thursday night I run into Harold Carnes at a party for a new club called World's End that opens in a space where Petty's used to be on the Upper East Side. I'm with Nina Goodrich and Jean in a booth and Harold's standing at the bar drinking champagne. I'm drunk enough to finally confront him about the message I left on his machine. Excused from the booth, I make my way to the other side of the bar, realizing that I need a martini to fortify myself before discussing this with Cannes (it has been a very unstable week for me - I found myself sobbing during an episode of Alf on Monday). Nervously, I approach. Harold is wearing a wool suit by Gieves & Hawkes, a silk twill tie, cotton shirt, shoes by Paul Stuart; he looks heavier than I remember. "Face it," he's telling Truman Drake, "the Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the '90s." I'm sensing frustration on Kimball's part and he asks, "What kind of man was he? Besides" - he falters, tries to smile - "the information you've just given." SMITH, SUSIE 19 TUCKER, D.E. 29 20-DEC-1894 3-295 SMITH, (M) OCEOLA 47 JOHNSON, WHEELER 77 C 31-AUG-1958 13-116 l'Azienda tessile ITAM di Bojano, ora denominata TSM, dopo un periodo di crisi finanziaria culminato nel luglio 2003 con l'apertura della procedura formale di crisi aziendale, il blocco della produzione e la concessione della cassa integrazione straordinaria per i lavoratori impiegati nell'azienda, ha ripreso la propria attività, a partire dall'agosto 2004, a seguito dell'approvazione del piano industriale di rilancio dell'impresa; che il «tutto va bene» dei soggetti istituzionali preposti all’ordine pubblico cozza con la cruda realtà della lunga sequenza delle angherie e dei misfatti commessi; STOCKER, ELLA 19 BROWN, WILL 28 21-SEP-1906 4-435 "Bethany," I say, stunned. "And mineral water?" Courtney asks. SMITH, VARNICE 30 PARKER, BOBBY LEE 32 18-JUL-1975 16-156 "Doesn't Tom Cruise live there?" he asks. "Nothing," she says, noticing how upset I've gotten. "Just a suggestion," and then, really noticing how flushed I've become, "Your hair looks really… really great." She tries to smile but only succeeds in looking worried. Price spots another waitress approaching with a tray of four champagne flutes filled with pale pinkish liquid and says, "Oh for Christ sakes, this is getting ridiculous…" She sets them down, however, at the table next to us, for the four babes. SPRATLIN, (M) LUVENIA M. 43 BACKUS, EDWARD RAYMOND 42 09-FEB-1964 14-262 "Ahem," I cough. "You keep saying that as if it means something," I say, staring right at her. "Listen," the guy says, relenting. "While we're arguing about this, one of us could be in there." "Wow," I say, spotting Montgomery. "Elegant navies." "Yeah? And you're a yuppie scumbag. Which is worse?" quali iniziative si intenda assumere al fine di perseguire con la massima efficacia le linee investigative e di indagine volte a colpire i proventi dell’attività criminosa, come strumento fondamentale di attacco in specie alle organizzazioni della grande criminalità; She finally nods. SAMS, JOYCE 17 PETTY, ENSLEY BARBOUR 24 31-JUL-1964 14-320 SHULTZ, JESSIE CLAY 21 CLARK, KATHRYN MARY 18 24-JUN-1944 10-564 "I'm going to… Noj's," I say. "I'm buying coke from Noj." "Come on," I say. "I think it would be a turn-on." STANTON, TERESA Jo 42 BELL, CLARENCE KENNETH 47 22-SEP-1989 17-377 After she falls to the floor beside the body, a few people turning around, I find myself shouting out, my voice heavy with emotion, "I'm a doctor, move back, I'm a doctor," and I kneel beside the mother before an interested crowd gathers around us and I pry her arms off the child, who is now on his back struggling vainly for breath, the blood coming evenly but in dying arcs out of his neck and onto his Polo shirt, which is drenched with it. And I have a vague awareness during the minutes I hold the child's head, reverently, careful not to bloody myself, that if someone makes a phone call or if a real doctor is at hand, there's a good chance the child can be saved. But this doesn't happen. Instead I hold it, mindlessly, while the mother - homely, Jewish-looking, overweight, pitifully trying to appear stylish in designer jeans and an unsightly leaf-patterned black wool sweater - shrieks do something, do something, do something, the two of us ignoring the chaos, the people who start screaming around us, concentr J&B I am thinking. Glass of J&B in my right hand I am thinking. Hand I am thinking. Charivari. Shirt from Charivari. Fusilli I am thinking. Jami Gertz I am thinking. I would like to fuck Jami Gertz I am thinking. Porsche 911. A sharpei I am thinking. I would like to own a sharpei. I am twenty-six years old I am thinking. I will be twenty-seven next year. A Valium. I would like a Valium. No, two Valium I am thinking. Cellular phone I am thinking. "I'll pay for it," I sigh. "Oh I can't." Helplessly, she sighs again. "I don't know." From my POV Paul Owen sits at a table across the room with someone who looks a lot like Trent Moore, or Roger Daley, and some other guy who looks like Frederick Connell. Moore's grandfather owns the company he works at. Trent is wearing a mini-houndstooth-check worsted wool suit with multicolored overplaid. Afterwards, two blocks west, I feel heady, ravenous, pumped up, as if I'd just worked out and endorphins are flooding my nervous system, or just embraced that first line of cocaine, inhaled the first puff of a fine cigar, sipped that first glass of Cristal. I'm starving and need something to eat, but I don't want to stop by Nell's, though I'm within walling distance and Indochine seems an unlikely place for a celebratory drink. So I decide to go somewhere Al would go, the McDonald's in Union Square. Standing in the line, I order a vanilla milk shake ("Extra-thick," I warn the guy, who just shakes his head and flips on a machine) and take it to a table up front, where Al would probably sit, my jacket, and its sleeves, lightly spattered with flecks of his blood. Two waitresses from the Cat Club walk in after me and sit in the booth across from mine, both smiling flirtatiously. I play it cool and ignore them. An old, crazy woman, wrinkled, chain-smoking, sits near us, nodding at no one. A police car passes by, a Having no idea what her name is I sigh a muted "Hello" then very quickly mumble something that resembles a woman's name and then I just stare at her, stumped, drained, trying to control my viciousness, the Chinese woman still screeching behind me. Finally I clap my hands together and say, "Well." "Thanks, Patrick. That's nice." "I think we should have dinner," I say. "I've questioned him." "Oh gosh," I say, "hope I'm not blushin'." "Yes. He's in a hospital. In Arizona," I add. The word Arizona has a mysterious tinge to it and I say it again. "Arizona. I think." "Millions of times," I mutter. She pauses, confused. "What?" STRINGFELLOW, ANNIE MAE 18 HERTLEIN, WALTER R. 19 07-MAR-1959 13-160 SHELBY, JIMMIE CLINTON 20 MORGAN, NANCY JEANETTE 17 22-DEC-1967 15-83 "His revels were very similar to those of Bacchus," I tell her. "He frolicked with nymphs at night but he also liked to… frighten travelers during the day… Hence the word pan-ic." Blah blah blah. I'm amused that I've retained this knowledge and I look up from the port I've been staring thoughtfully into and smile at her. She's silent for a long time, confused, unsure of how to respond, but eventually she looks deeply into my eyes and says, haltingly, leaning across the table, "That's… so… interesting," which is all that comes out of her mouth, is all she has to say. "Well…," the woman begins tiredly, as if she was sick of being asked this question, as if she had answered it over and over again and still no one believed it. "Well, this month I'm… Lambchop. Mostly… Lambchop." "Oh yeah, right." Cruise smiles that famous grin and jabs at the Close Door button. STEWART, (M) PEARLIE 58 JENKINS, WILLIAM 53 C 21-AUG-1952 12-358 "Sure," he says, shrugging. "Here." He reaches into his pocket and hands me a Xeroxed article. "I just wanted to prove you wrong. Read this." Christmas Party I'm feeling good and I shout out to her, "Hey, don't you go to NYU?" "Perrier? San Pellegrino?" I offer. She flinches and pulls back. "I said eight," I tell her, disgusted. SOWRHEAVER, B.F. 28 VIA, BETTY LOU 21 17-JAN-1948 11-449 Someone who I think is Charles Fletcher walks over while Armstrong keeps talking and he pats me on the shoulder and says "Hey Simpson" and "See you at Fluties" and then at the door meets up with a very attractive woman - big tits, blond, tight dress, not his secretary, not his wife - and they leave Duplex together in a black limousine. Armstrong is still eating, cutting into the perfectly square slices of calf's liver, and he keeps talking while I become increasingly mournful. SKINNER, WAKLIE 21 JONES, (M) MARY 22 01-MAY-1921 6-434 "Carson did. Or maybe Robert." Elizabeth shrugs and then after snapping the compact shut, staring intently at Christie, asks, "You look really familiar. Did you go to Dalton?" We leave after Evelyn and Ashley return and later, in the limousine racing back toward Manhattan to make the reservation at Brussels, another bottle of Cristal opened, Reagan still on the television set, Evelyn and Ashley tell us that two bouncers accosted them near the ladies' room and demanded they come backstage. I explain who they were and what purpose they serve. Now the three of us are on the futon. Christie is on all fours facing the headboard, her ass raised high in the air, and I'm straddling her back as if I was riding a dog or something, but backward, my knees resting on the mattress, my dick half hard, and I'm facing Sabrina, who is staring into Christie's spread-open ass with a determined expression. Her smile seems tortured and she's wetting her own lips by fingering herself and tracing her glistening index finger across them, like she's applying lip gloss. With both my hands I keep Christie's ass and cunt spread open and I urge Sabrina to move in closer and sniff them. Sabrina is now face level at Christie's ass and cunt, both of which I'm fingering lightly. I motion for Sabrina to move her face in even closer until she can smell my fingers which I push into her mouth and which she sucks on hungrily. With my other hand I keep massaging Christie's tight, wet pussy, which hangs heavy, soaked below her spread, dilated asshole. "This girl was wearing a fucking glove?" Price asks, still shocked. "A glove? Jesus, why didn't you just jerk off instead?" Diceva bene l'amico Bobbio quando descriveva Napoli come un sistema urbano da molti decenni incapace di manutenzione. Il problema - se l'amico Bobbio me lo consente - non è soltanto di interi quartieri annegati nell'illegalità, ma anche di quartieri, nella Napoli dell’epoca in cui io ero un po' più giovane e forse l'amico Bobbio giovanissimo, fra via dei Mille e via Chiaia - chiamiamoli Manhattan e il Bronx, Scampia ed altro - in cui tutti vivevamo nella consapevolezza che esistesse una discontinuità. Oggi non può più essere così. "Didn't you smoke at Harvard?" is the first thing she says. Midnight. The conversation I have with the two girls, both very young, blond hardbodies with big tits, is brief, since I'm having a difficult time containing my disordered self. SOCIA, RAY 22 BAILEY, MARGARET 20 16-NOV-1962 14-59 che gli acquisti in questione avvengono attraverso due società, la Cappuccino srl e la Mobilemusic srl; "Hold on," Hamlin says. "I'll call and make a reservation." He clicks off, leaving McDermott and myself on hold. It's silent for a long time before either one of us says anything. SNELGROVE, E.M. 29 PHILLIPS, VIRGINIA 26 13-JAN-1934 8-559 SINGLETON, OSWALD 25 REED, JANIE 31-AUG-1899 3-553 "Don't," she says, trying to grab my hand. "Don't go." (4-07730) "You already have, Bateman," he says. "A gram," Price shouts to Ted "Yes, Courtney?" "Yeah," I say. "Us." il Piano di impresa di Poste Italiane S.P.A., motivando con la necessità di operare una razionalizzazione del servizio, sta operando la chiusura totale, o l’apertura solo in alcuni giorni della settimana, di diversi uffici postali dell’Umbria; Leggo statistiche come quella recentissima la quale ci dice che nei primi dieci mesi del 2004 si sono verificati 3.500 arresti e fermi a Napoli in attività di polizia giudiziaria. Ebbene, diciamolo sempre a tutti, anzi, diciamolo ai cittadini, perché ai colleghi del centro-sinistra credo interessi poco (loro inseguono altri calcoli, altre valutazioni, mentre a noi interessa invece la realtà): 3.500 arresti e fermi nei primi dieci mesi dell’anno, con il settanta per cento degli interessati rimesso in libertà dall’autorità giudiziaria entro i primi due giorni, quarantott’ore, signor Ministro. SHERMAN, LISA MARIE 17 WILSON, JAMES PAUL 25 20-JUN-1988 17-298 STAYTON, KENNETH 43 ARNETT, BETTY JEAN 29 23-NOV-1974 16-108 "Sorry," I sigh. "Your doctor." SMALL, ALLIE LEE 18 WILLIAMS, JEWEL LaVERNE 18 06-OCT-1945 11-87 Finally, exasperated, I ask, trying to appear casual, "You have? Really? Interesting. Just watch the road, Abdullah." "And all I get is shit from her… Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, holy shit it's a goddamn cluster of bums. I tell you-" He stops suddenly, as if exhausted, and turning away from another advertisement for Les Misйrables, remembering something important, asks, "Did you read about the host from that game show on TV? He killed two teenage boys? Depraved faggot. Droll, really droll." Price waits for a reaction. There is none. Suddenly: Upper West Side. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even nod, but now he's looking at me strangely and he lowers his sunglasses and says, with a slight grimace, "Uh… your nose is bleeding." The waitress just stares at him. Price looks away from the television screen, then at Craig, and he tries to hide his displeasure by asking me, waving at the TV, "I don't believe it. He looks so… normal. He seems so… out of it. So… undangerous." st will vanish - there is just no way. "Patricia. Hi. It's Pat Bateman." SPEAKER, HORACE 59 JONES, (M) CYNTHIA 61 08-MAY-1919 6-281 .'It's very nice," she says and then, genuinely concerned, "Are you okay, Patrick? You just… twitched." STARR, (M) SAMMY H. 36 MORRISON, CURTIS W. 51 12-AUG-1960 13-293 In this office right now I am thinking about how long it would take a corpse to disintegrate right in this office. In this office these are the things I fantasize about while dreaming: Eating ribs at Red, Hot and Blue in Washington, D.C. If I should switch shampoos. What really is the best dry beer? Is Bill Robinson an overrated designer? What's wrong with IBM? Ultimate luxury. Is the term "playing hardball" an adverb? The fragile peace of Assisi. Electric light. The epitome of luxury. Of ultimate luxury. The bastard's wearing the same damn Armani linen suit I've got on. How easy it would be to scare the living wits out of this fucking guy. Kimball is utterly unaware of how truly vacant I am. There is no evidence of animate life in this office, yet still he takes notes. By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world. I would like a Pilsner Urquell. "Go back to sleep, Taylor," I sigh. "Avenue C?" Evelyn looks up from marveling at the necklace Paul Owen bought Meredith. "What's Avenue C? C as in… Cartier, I take it?" "I was… fooling around renting videotapes," I say, pleased, giving myself high-five, the cordless phone cradled in my neck. "So what you're saying is that with a gray suit you can either wear gray or black socks," I ask. "Jesus," I mutter, then, "Here…" I hand the black woman a book of matches from Lutиce before realizing the mistake, then find a book of matches from Tavern on the Green and toss them at the kid and pluck the other matchbook from her dirty, scabbed fingers. "Nice," I croak, but manage to nod, as the busboy brings four fresh Bellinis. On the way back to my apartment I stop at D'Agostino's, where for dinner I buy two large bottles of Perrier, a six-pack of Coke Classic, a head of arugula, five medium-sized kiwis, a bottle of tarragon balsamic vinegar, a tin of crкme fraiche, a carton of microwave tapas, a box of tofu and a white-chocolate candy bar I pick up at the checkout counter. "Well, Owen was… I don't know," he says. I can hear a beer being opened. "You have reached… an inaccurate conclusion," I choke. "You are… obviously unsound." SANDERSON, HARBERT I. 60 HENDRIX, CLAUDIA FAYE 65 29-JUL-1991 17-483 "There are no more cabs," she says, hands on hips. Another flash of lightning causes her to jerk her head around, whining, "Where's the photographers? Who's taking the pictures?" "Because I… don't" - I look around the store quickly to make sure no one is listening; he reaches for my knee, I brush his hand away - "find you… sexually attractive," I whisper loudly, staring down at him. "I can't believe I actually said that," I mumble to myself, to no one, and then shake my head, trying to clear it, things reaching a level of confusion that I'm incapable of registering. I tell Luis, "Leave me alone, please," and I start to walk away. È chiaro che il Ministro dell’interno risponde per la sua parte, ma noi siamo in piena manovra finanziaria e allora, se riteniamo che Napoli sia problema nazionale, credo che la discussione della finanziaria dovrebbe essere il momento in cui l’intero Parlamento potrebbe dare un segnale forte, concreto e deciso per il riscatto della città e del Paese. mouth, right above the head of my dick, drooling saliva onto it and jacking it off. Christie keeps masturbating herself this entire time, working three fingers in her vagina, wetting her clit with her juices, moaning. This turns me on enough to grab her by the waist and swivel her around and position her cunt over my face, which she gladly sits on. Clean and pink and wet and spread, her clit swollen, engorged with blood, her cunt hangs over my head and I push my face into it, tonguing it, craving its flavor, while fingering her asshole. Sabrina is still working on my cock, jacking off the base of it, the rest of it filling her mouth, and now she moves on top of me, her knees resting on either side of my chest, and I tear off her teddy so that her ass and cunt are facing Christie, whose head I force down and order to "lick them, suck on that clit" and she does. STANLEY, MARCIA 22 WHITE, WAYNE 27 28-APR-1969 15-236 "Like you know," I mutter angrily. FLORINO, BOBBIO Luigi. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso: "Can't. Going to Dallas tomorrow but…" Montgomery is already moving away from the table, hurrying toward someone else, snapping for Nicki. "Yeah, next week." She pauses, afraid of what to say, taking my question as a test she needs to pass, and then, unsure she's chosen the right answer, offers, "Anywhere you want?" "Why? What's wrong?" She's waving to a couple - Lawrence Montgomery and Geena Webster, I think - and from across the room Geena (?) holds up her hand, which has a bracelet on it. Evelyn nods approvingly. Price groans audibly. Credo che uno dei problemi che in futuro le istituzioni dovranno affrontare sia proprio quello di mettere in pratica le attività che nel suo intervento lei ha giudicato indispensabili per tutelare i cittadini e garantirne l’incolumità. SMITH, DOCIE 18 GREENLEES, WILLIAM F. 21 20-DEC-1891 3-144 SNEED, L.J. 39 HOPSON, (Ms) A.A. 35 24-NOV-1889 3-29 "Yes." Evelyn and I both nod eagerly. SEYMOUR, G.W. 25 ROGERS, INEZ 20 12-MAR-1918 6-217 SEYMORE, MARY ANITA 18 HILLYARD, JOHN ELVIN 25 26-JUL-1941 10-248 BATTISTI, ZANDA. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: They both nod. SADLER, H.D. 36 McLENDON, ANNIE 26 29-JAN-1899 3-533 "Oh Jesus, forget it," I scream. "Now listen to me: is Paul Owen still handling the Fisher account?" sviluppare nuovi processi di raccolta dei residui incentivando il riutilizzo, avviare un completo piano di collettazione delle acque e la realizzazione di fognature e di impianti di depurazione da parte degli enti preposti; SMITH, BESSIE 19 GREEN, JOHN 22 10-AUG-1926 7-289 SEGREST, FLETCHER 39 WATSON, (M) CORA LEE 21 C 21-DEC-1927 7-372 "Nice tan, Hamilton," Price mimics, tossing tapas onto my bread plate. My mother and I are sitting in her private room at Sandstone, where she is now a permanent resident. Heavily sedated, she has her sunglasses on and keeps touching her hair and I keep looking at my hands, pretty sure that they're shaking. She tries to smile when she asks what I want for Christmas. I'm not surprised at how much effort it takes to raise my head and look at her. I'm wearing a two-button wool gabardine suit with notched lapels by Gian Marco Venturi, cap-toed leather laceups by Armani, tie by Polo, socks I'm not sure where from. It's nearing the middle of April. "No," Anne says, smiling naughtily. Who knows why? And who fucking cares? "I'm not in the mood." PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. perché si spenderebbero tantissimi soldi per spot sulle reti RAI, mentre non si investe in sicurezza ed infrastrutture; I sigh, then make a muscle. "That's… too bad." "Hey," Madison says, introducing his friend, "this is You." "Milla… Vanilla," I say. "I think that's what their name is." "Listen, baby, I'm just trying to make that encounter seem as legitimate as possible, so don't, uh, you know, screw it up for yourself." "Mmmm, sounds delicious. Cotton, mmmm," I say, rubbing my hands together eagerly. "Bethany?" "Let me think," I say, tapping my fingers across my desk. "The Newport. Harry's. Fluties. Indochine. Nell's. Cornell Club. The New York Yacht Club. The regular places." SAELER, LINSLA JAN 26 PIERCE, KEITH EDWARD 21 16-FEB-1991 17-464 "So. Pat Bateman," I say, smoothing my hair back into place. He nods. "Sure." SMITH, DANIEL EDWARD 52 SPILLERS, OVA M. RAINEY 60 01-JUN-1974 16-74 "Then what is it, McDermott?" I whisper, noticing movement behind me. I count to three then whirl around, catching Luis leaning toward me trying to eavesdrop. He knows he's been caught and he sinks slowly back into his chair, guilty. PRESIDENTE. Non essendovi osservazioni, il processo verbale è approvato. Paul Owen SMITH, HENRY 39 MILLER, KATIE 18 18-JUL-1889 3-10 Aspen "Jeez, Bateman," McDermott murmurs, concerned. "You're a real humanitarian. A sage." "Honey, the drugs downstairs are usually a notch below NutraSweet in terms of potency," I tell her. "You know." "I really want to show you that Durgin Gorham tea set." I pause. "Please?" I pause again. "It cost me three and a half thousand dollars." se sia vero che il commissariato di Montecalvario è sotto sfratto esecutivo; SUTHERLIN, PHILLIP ENNIS 27 CALVERT, TOMMIE ANNETTE 21 31-DEC-1966 14-600 STURDIVANT, J.F. 21 ROBERTS, HATTIE 26-AUG-1900 4-28 I glare at the Chinese woman once more and rush the hell out of there, dashing after a nonexistent cab, and then I slow down a block or two up past the cleaners and- "Oh brother." "Rollins?" I guess. Ci sembrano questi, signor Ministro, segnali chiari e incisivi, per mutare questa pericolosa scenografia, per invertire una tendenza, per evitare il dramma di tanti giovani e di tante famiglie, nel tentativo di restituire alla nostra città una dignità che ormai sembra perduta. "I'd want to bring a Harrison AK-47 assault rifle to the ceremony; " I say, bored, in a rush, "with a thirty-round magazine so after thoroughly blowing your fat mother's head off with it I could use it on that fag brother of yours. And though personally I don't like to use anything the Soviets designed, I don't know, the Harrison somehow reminds me of…" Stopping, confused, inspecting yesterday's manicure, I look back at Evelyn. "Stoli?" Someone who looks almost exactly like Jason Taylor - black hair slicked back, navy double-breasted cashmere coat with a beaver collar, black leather boots, Morgan Stanley - passes beneath a streetlamp and nods as I turn down the volume on the Walkman to hear him say "Hello, Kevin" and I catch a whiff of Grey Flannel and, still walking, I look back at the person who resembles Taylor, who could be Taylor, wondering if he's still dating Shelby Phillips, when I almost stumble over a beggar lying on the street, sprawled in the doorway of an abandoned restaurant - a place Tony McManus opened two summers ago called Amnesia - and she's black and out-of-her-mind crazy, repeating the words "Money please help mister money please help mister" like some kind of Buddhist chant. I try to lecture her on the merits of getting a job somewhere - perhaps at Cineplex Odeon, I suggested not impolitely - silently debating whether or not to open the briefcase, pull out the knife or the gun. But it strikes me that she's too easy a ta 3. Nella gestione ed amministrazione della propria partecipazione azionaria nella holdingBanca di Roma l'attività della Regione siciliana, nel rispetto dei principi che hanno ispirato le disposizioni normative che hanno autorizzato la Regione alla partecipazione nel Banco di Sicilia e al fine di conseguire gli obiettivi di sviluppo economico della comunità regionale che per statuto competono alla Regione, deve garantire, in attuazione della Convenzione, il perseguimento dei seguenti imprescindibili obiettivi: I sigh and ask Preston, "Where is Morrison interning?" SCOTT, SAVANAH 19 WYNN, GEORGE 22 04-FEB-1883 1-567 "Is your kir… spiked?" I ask. We all lean over and inspect David's card and Price quietly says, "That's really nice." A brief spasm of jealousy courses through me when I notice the elegance of the color and the classy type. I clench my fist as Van Patten says, smugly, "Eggshell with Romalian type…" He turns to me. "What do you think?" "I haven't seen you around here," I say. SMITH, FRANK 23 THORNTON, JEWELL 20 17-OCT-1909 5-153 Nonostante ciò, come dicevo, l'azione di contrasto delle forze di polizia produce risultati che non possono essere sottovalutati. Ricordo che a Napoli, sebbene siano aumentate rapine e omicidi, l'indice generale della delittuosità appare in chiara diminuzione. Confrontando i primi dieci mesi di quest'anno con lo stesso periodo dell'anno scorso, si rileva infatti una diminuzione del 17,6 per cento, passandosi da 53.545 delitti a 44.126. nell'occasione è stata preannunciata l'assegnazione a Radio BBS Popolare Network della frequenza di 103.500 di Roma; "Where's Van Patten?" he asks. SMITH, TONY 25 DONALDSON, KAREN LYNETTE 23 10-JUN-1989 17-356 SANDERLIN, ROY L. Jr 29 WOOD, MARY 25 19-AUG-1950 12-69 I'm left standing in front of the crying black woman, Daisy staring. "That's bone," I point out. "And the lettering is something called Silian Rail." "Wait." Van Patten stops me. "Is he with Morgan Stanley?" "Well, she had the country salad, the scallops and the lemon tart," Luis says. "So," I start, trying to come off as friendly and conversational as possible. "What's the topic of discussion?" SEGREST, ALT 19 HILL, McCLANTON 18 C 28-NOV-1943 10-523 SMITH, ELISH 21 BOYD, IDA MAY 18 20-DEC-1926 7-312 "Well?" I ask. SMITH, LESTER 27 POWELL, LEE BERTIE 18 C 09-NOV-1934 9-22 Just as he clicks off, McDermott gets back on. "Agreed." McDermott, the parliamentarian. (Governo Berlusconi-II) "Why?" I ask, genuinely interested. "Were you drinking? Is that why you lost it? Insider trading? just joking. No, really - were you drinking on the job?" "No, babe. I'll stick to the Pellegrino," Scott says, pointing. Certamente, quindi, è da condividere il nobile appello del ministro Pisanu alle persone oneste e laboriose (così come sono da condividere le sue osservazioni sulla disgregazione economica e sociale di questa grande realtà, dove la camorra fa da imprenditrice, dà e distribuisce lavoro), a quella stragrande maggioranza della popolazione che, fra l’altro, vive senza nemmeno le tutele e le garanzie sociali esistenti in altre parti del Paese. "Oh it's a mess," she wails. "It's a mess." "Bateman…" "Well, hey, I wanted to bring Elizabeth," Van Patten says timidly (mock-timidly?). "Four years. Three years. Three months. Oh god, what's the difference? You'll still be an old man." She takes her hand away from mine. "You know, you wouldn't be saying this if you'd been to Jayne Simpson's wedding. You'd take one look at it and want to marry me immediately." SMITH, C.R. 28 MASSEY, MARY F. 18 15-DEC-1901 4-107 "No," I say quietly. "From behind. Get on your knees." SANDERS, J.L. 45 BROCK, (M) EMMA 20 20-MAR-1910 5-178 SHAVER, LINDA KAY 42 LAWSON, GLEN DALE 45 04-OCT-1991 17-508 "Yale thing?" he asks, confused. A cut to the audience - a housewife's worried face; before she notices herself on the monitor, it cuts back to the multiple-personality woman. "Well, Gorbachev is downstairs," I tell her. "McDermott, Greg, is going to sign a peace treaty with him, between the United States and Russia." I pause, trying to gauge her reaction, before adding, "McDermott's the one behind glasnost, you know." I think about it, then suspiciously ask, "Where to?" "Because I hate it," I say. "Now listen, have you tried Pooncakes yet? I think Miller underrated it." "Leave them alone," Evelyn says. "Stash is talented and I'm sure we're underestimating Vanden." "Do you remember where you were on the night of Paul's appearance?" He checks his book. "Which was on the twenty-fourth of June?" STAYTON, MARY 18 CUMMINGS, ANDREW 24 15-SEP-1902 4-156 "The watch." He cocks the gun. STEWART, GENE 20 SHADRACK, J.D. 26 04-FEB-1892 3-157 "Oh yeah. Mink," Libby says. STUDDARD, A.M. 22 GRAY, MARY 20 15-JAN-1893 3-196 SPAKES, JAMES P. 24 SHELBY, MOREE 17 07-JUL-1912 5-317 ays, before I can make up a plausible lie, an acceptable. excuse, "Where were you last night, Patrick?" SCHMITZ, RUSSELL O. 26 HARTSHORNE, BESS 36 13-JUN-1942 10-350 STEWART, MALINDA 24 WORSHAM, W.F. 37 06-JUL-1901 4-77 SELMAN, WILLIAM 23 MOSLEY, OLLIE 19 06-SEP-1925 7-231 Rivolgo un ultimo appello al Ministro: affrontiamo una volta per tutte il problema dei centri sociali, quelli di destra e quelli di sinistra, perché sono covi dove vengono perpetrati continuamente reati. Occorre quanto meno controllare questi centri, perché da essi partono irruzioni e devastazioni come quella cui abbiamo assistito nei giorni scorsi. TESSITORE (DS-U). La Sinistra ha da tempo, almeno dal 2002, lanciato l'allarme sul drammatico salto di qualità verificatosi nel radicamento della criminalità nell'area napoletana e sulla creazione di un sistema economico e sociale malavitoso attraverso l'indebolimento dell'economia legale e la diffusione di un’antropologia ispirata a comportamenti criminali. La camorra è riuscita ad impedire il radicamento degli interventi strutturali, attraverso la realizzazione di un preordinato programma di tensione sociale volto ad indebolire le istituzioni, ma anche ad impegnare parti consistenti delle Forze dell'ordine, ed è stato quindi un grave errore non reprimere quelle proteste organizzate, perché si è data alla città una sensazione di impotenza. E' risultato inoltre insufficiente il coordinamento tra le diverse Forze dell'ordine, non adeguatamente potenziate né incisivamente radicate sul territorio, nonché tra le Forze dell'ordine e la magistratura. Il Ministro deve pertanto operare nella pienezza dei suoi poteri "A client?" I ask, interested. SALLIE, CALLIE 20 DOWD, THEO 24 06-FEB-1901 4-59 STUARD, (M) SADIE E. 30 WOODELL, W.R. 40 17-JUL-1898 3-495 Daisy is leaning against a white Mercedes parked next to the curb. Another Mercedes, this one a limo, black, is double-parked next to the white one. There's more lightning. An ambulance screams down Fourteenth Street. McDermott walks by Daisy and kisses her hand before hopping in the second cab. "Oh no," I moan. "What is it?" "I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at The Four Seasons in twenty minutes anyway," I lie, standing up. "I have to go too." STEWART, GABE 21 McLANE, KINNIS 18 27-JUN-1874 A1-17 SOCIA, IVA DORIS 18 BAILEY, JOHNNY LEE 17 31-MAR-1962 13-531 "Well… maybe," he says. a character generator with eight-page memory, a high-band record and playback, and three-week, eight-event timer. A hurricane halogen lamp is placed in each corner of the living room. Thin white venetian blinds cover all eight floor-to-ceiling windows. A glass-top coffee table with oak legs by Turchin sits in front of the sofa, with Steuben glass animals placed strategically around expensive crystal ashtrays from Fortunoff, though I don't smoke. Next to the Wurlitzer jukebox is a black ebony Baldwin concert grand piano. A polished white oak floor runs throughout the apartment. On the other side of the room, next to a desk and a magazine rack by Gio Ponti, is a complete stereo system (CD player, tape deck, tuner, amplifier) by Sansui with six-foot Duntech Sovereign 2001 speakers in Brazilian rosewood. A downfilled futon lies on an oakwood frame in the center of the bedroom. Against the wall is a Panasonic thirty-one-inch set with a direct-view screen and stereo sound and beneath it in a glass case is a Toshiba SPAKES, WILL 21 REED, MARTHA 19 08-JAN-1901 4-55 "That reminds me," I say, inspecting a hand. "I need one too." orama" che aveva cercato di opporsi ai manifestanti è stato colpito al volto da un dimostrante, nei pressi delle casse, riportando lesioni giudicate guaribili in un giorno. Per tale episodio sono stati al momento identificate settantotto persone di cui settanta già deferite all'autorità giudiziaria. "Oh Christ," McDermott says. "She's twenty-three." McDermott looks up with an exaggerated grin and purrs, "Bud. Long neck. Beautiful." Vede, signor Ministro, 14 anni di funzioni di pubblico ministero alla procura di Napoli, dei quali sei passati in attività antidroga e altri otto passati alla distrettuale antimafia, mi hanno reso un modesto conoscitore del fenomeno e della realtà, nonchè un uomo anche abbastanza disincantato, ma credo che a volte il disincanto ed il cinismo possano servire, se ben orientati, anche a vedere magari un po' più chiaro nelle cose. Lo faccio, sperando di poter percorrere una strada che sia utile per tutti: per i napoletani e per il Paese in genere. "Let me guess," I say. "Picked her up at Tunnel, right?" STOVER, DEWEY 21 HALL, MABLE 18 26-MAR-1938 9-433 "Who hung the Onica?" For an appetizer I ordered radicchio with some kind of free-range squid. Anne and Scott both had the monkfish ragout with violets. Courtney almost fell asleep when she had to exert the energy to read the menu, but before she slid off her chair I grabbed both shoulders, propping her up, and Anne ordered for her, something simple and light like Cajun popcorn perhaps, which wasn't on the menu but since Anne knows Noj, the chef, he made up a special little batch… just for Courtney! Scott and Anne insisted that we all order some kind of blackened medium-rare redfish, a Desk Chairs specialty which was, luckily for them, an entrйe on one of the mock menus that Jean made up for me. If it hadn't, and if they nevertheless insisted on my ordering it, the odds were pretty good that after dinner tonight I would have broken into Scott and Anne's studio at around two this morning - after Late Night with David Letterman - and with an ax chopped them to pieces, first making Anne watch Scott bleed to death from gaping ch SIPES, LARRY GENE 20 SANDERS, BRENDA 16 28-MAY-1970 15-363 "Look at his suit," I point out, unable to help myself. "Look at what he's wearing." I hiss at him, still holding out the knife until a cab I flag down skids to a stop. Luis tries to get near me, his hands still up, and I keep the knife aimed at him, slicing the air with it, while I open the door to the cab and back in, still hissing, then I close the door and tell the driver to head over to Gramercy Park, to Pooncakes. "Helga?" I ask. Norme in materia di procreazione medicalmente assistita (3220) In sostanza, tutta la lotta alla povertà è stata scaricata sugli enti locali. Faccio questo esempio - ma potrei citarne tanti altri - della politica, a mio avviso, antimeridionale che è stata portata avanti in tutti questi anni. "No," Owen shouts back. "I think they're roadies who look for chicks to go backstage and have sex with the band." SCOTT, JENNIE BELL 17 WALKER, FRED 19 C 26-SEP-1942 10-390 I wander aimlessly around the Puck Building's first-floor ballroom, bored, sipping bad champagne (could it be nonvintage Bollinger?) from plastic flutes, chewing on kiwi slices, each topped with a dollop of chиvre, vaguely looking around to score some cocaine. Instead of finding anyone who knows a dealer I bump into Courtney by the stairs. Wearing a silk and cotton stretch-tulle bodywrap with jeweled lace pants, she seems tense and warns me to stay away from Luis. She mentions that he suspects something. A cover band plays lame versions of old Motown hits from the sixties. "Oh yes," I say, shaken. "I'm… lucky." "Come on, smile," she urges sometime later. "You have no reason to be so sad." "Er, no." SNEED, ANDREW 51 PAGE, (M) FLORENCE 35 09-FEB-1921 6-420 StCLAIR, C.O. 55 BARNES, (M) ALMA 58 11-MAY-1960 13-271 I laugh. "Okay," I say. "I'm calm." STONDAMIRE, (M) COMING 28 STONDAMIRE, SIDNEY 23 23-SEP-1893 3-243 STOVER, TOMMIE 39 BOGGS, ROBERT 42 29-NOV-1966 14-584 Signor Presidente, signor Ministro, noi non siamo ancora un Paese normale, perché in qualsiasi Paese normale delle persone come quelle che hanno saccheggiato e si sono portate a casa, oltre che pasta e olio, anche DVD, fax, televisori, sarebbero state definite immediatamente ladri, facinorosi, e sarebbero andate in galera. SHELTON, SALLIE 18 COLEMAN, TREAS V. 22 09-SEP-1900 4-31 In terms of lyrical craftsmanship and sheer songwriting skills this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Take the lyrics to "Land of Confusion," in which a singer addresses the problem of abusive political authority. This is laid down with a groove funkier and blacker than anything Prince or Michael Jackson - or any other black artist of recent years, for that matter - has come up with. Yet as danceable as the album is, it also has a stripped-down urgency that not even the overrated Bruce Springsteen can equal. As an observer of love's failings Collins beats out the Boss again and again, reaching new heights of emotional honesty on "In Too Deep"; yet it also showcases Collins' clowny, prankish, unpredictable side. It's the most moving pop song of the 1980s about monogamy and commitment. "Anything She Does" (which echoes the J. Geils Band's "Centerfold" but is more spirited and energetic) starts off side two and after that the album reaches its peak with "Domino," a two-part song. Part one, "In the Heat o "Leave," I roar. "The Grinch says leave!" la città di Napoli ha subito nelle ultime settimane un gravissimo attacco da parte della criminalità organizzata, con molti omicidi ed anche agguati alle forze dell’ordine; I walk back to my place and say good night to a doorman I don't recognize (he could be anybody) and then dissolve into my living room high above the city, the sounds of the Tokens singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" coming from the glow of the Wurlitzer 1015 jukebox (which is not as good as the hard-to-find Wurlitzer 850) that stands in the comer of the living room. I masturbate, thinking about first Evelyn, then Courtney, then Vanden and then Evelyn again, but right before I come - a weak orgasm - about a near-naked model in a halter top I saw today in a Calvin Klein advertisement. SEGREST, LOLA 28 WATSON, EDGAR RAY 21 C 18-DEC-1927 7-369 "Where is the goddamn water-soluble spermicidal lubricant?" I scream. "Water! Soluble! Spermicidal! Lubricant!" I'm shouting this while using some of her Clinique cover-up over the blemish, then combing my hair back. SMITH, SHULA 24 GREEN, ELLA 22 18-JUN-1905 4-342 After a long silence, Christie turning redder and even more scared, I say, "She's… my cousin." "The dude who called you Hamilton," Price says. "He just can't." I ask, "Why does he want Luis to come?" "No, no smoking," I tell her. "Not in here." "No. It's all right," I say. "I'm not… very good at controlling it anyway." SULLIVENT, E.M. 21 DAVIS, MATTIE 17 20-AUG-1894 3-281 She smiles shyly, blushes, and then says, "No. Not really." "Did I tell you I'm wearing sixty-dollar boxer shorts?" I ask, trying to appease her. "Oh bullshit," I say, cringing. "Where are you going?'.' she asks again. SANDERS, MARY J. 21 FISHER, WM 24 30-DEC-1875 1-47 SPEARS, AGNES 18 ESTES, RAY 23 09-JUN-1929 8-19 STEVENSON, LIZZIE 22 HOSLEY, BOB 22 04-JUL-1915 6-56 "It's terrific," I murmur, staring happily at Glenn. "Oh no," Daisy says. "Don't. She looks like a real bitch." "I just think that's crazy about the tanning bed," I tell Van Patten, though secretly I think it would be a hip luxury except I really have no room for one in my apartment. There are things one could do with it besides getting a tan. Abandon all hope ye who enter here is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Misйrables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so. Two thousand abdominal crunches and thirty minutes of rope jumping in the living room, the Wurlitzer jukebox blasting "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" over and over, even though I worked out in the gym today for close to two hours. After this I get dressed to pick up groceries at D'Agostino's: blue jeans by Armani, a white Polo shirt, an Armani sport coat, no tie, hair slicked back with Thompson mousse; since it's drizzling, a pair of black waterproof lace-ups by Manolo Blahnik; three knives and two guns carried in a black Epi leather attachй case ($3,200) by Louis Vuitton; because it's cold and I don't want to fuck up my manicure, a pair of Armani deerskin gloves. Finally, a belted trench coat in black leather by Cianfranco Ferrй that cost four thousand dollars. Though it's only a short walk to D'Agostino's, I put on a CD Walkman anyway, with the long version of Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" already in it. I grab an Etro wood-handled paisley umbrella from Bergdorf Goodman, three hundred dollars on s "-but we couldn't get reservations. Timothy, don't groan." She picks up a piece of the yellowtail and places it cautiously near the top of the platter, completing what looks like a capital T. She stands back from the platter and inspects it. "I don't know. Oh, I'm so unsure." "Oh tape it for Christ sakes, you ass." "No, but that doesn't explain why Tim acts like such a major asshole," McDermott says, trying to catch up with me. SMITH, ED 21 HAYNIE, EFFIE 20 28-FEB-1897 3-429 BATTISTI (Mar-DL-U). Ringrazia il Ministro per la ricostruzione dei fatti, sui quali esprime ferma condanna, trattandosi di illegalità tanto più odiose in quanto estrinsecate anche in violenze ai danni dei dipendenti delle attività commerciali assaltate. Apprezzato il responsabile operato delle forze di polizia, auspica una rapida punizione dei colpevoli. Sottolinea infine la necessità di non consentire che questi fatti oscurino il crescente disagio economico vissuto da larghe fasce della società e, rispondendo al senatore Pedrizzi, ricorda la necessità di comportamenti più coerenti da parte del centrodestra in tema di rispetto della legge, evitando generalizzazioni ai danni dei centri sociali, alcuni dei quali svolgono invece un ruolo positivo. (Applausi del senatore Tonini). Congedi e missioni Kimball smiles politely. "I think his family wants this kept quiet." "Wouldn't dream of it," Price says, putting a cigar back into his coat pocket. SMITH, JAMES L. 32 HARRIS, ELEANOR LOUISE 19 30-JAN-1947 11-334 The concert has been dragging on now for maybe twenty minutes. I hate live music but everyone around us is standing, their screams of approval competing with the racket coming from the towering walls of speakers stacked over us. The only real pleasure I get from being here is seeing Scott and Anne Smiley ten rows behind us, in shittier though probably not less expensive seats. Carruthers changes seats with Evelyn to discuss business with me, but I can't hear a word so I change seats with Evelyn to talk to Courtney. He stops the cab and turns around toward the backseat. He's holding a gun, the make of which I don't recognize. I'm staring at him, my quizzical expression changing into something else. SEARCY, LOLA COR??* 23 RAMSEY, RUSSELL L. 24 28-JUN-1916 6-110 SADLER, GUY M. 24 MARKS, CLARA VIRGINIA 25 03-SEP-1924 7-155 "The only Jewish one," Petersen reminds us. "Powell and dinner at Evelyn's? These two go together about as well as paisley and plaid." Price rethinks this. "White socks with gray trousers." "Oh thank you," he says, then, exathperated, "It costs a fortune." SPEARS, F.F. 36 ROBERTS, MARY 25 27-JUL-1879 1-317 "But only buy naturally sparkling water," I caution. "Because that means the carbon dioxide content is in the water at its source." I should probably be stretching first but if I do that I'll have to wait in line - already some faggot is behind me, probably checking out my back, ass, leg muscles. No hardbodies at the gym today. Only faggots from the West Side, probably unemployed actors, waiters by night, and Muldwyn Butner of Sachs, who I went to Exeter with, over at the biceps curl machine. Butner is wearing a pair of knee-length nylon and Lycra shorts with checkerboard inserts and a cotton and Lycra tank top and leather Reeboks. I finish twenty minutes on the Stairmaster and let the overmuscled, bleached-blond, middle-aged faggot behind me use it and I commence with stretching exercises. While I stretch, The Patty Winters Show I watched this morning comes back to me. The topic was Big Breasts and there was a woman on it who had a breast reduction since she thought her tits were too big - the dumb bitch. I immediately called McDermott who was also watching it and we both ridiculed the woman through the rest of the segment. I do about fi SINCLAIR, DICK 31 JOHNSON, MOLLIE 28 06-JUL-1894 3-276 (4-07726) Killing Child at Zoo "Ashley," Evelyn shouts. "Did you hear that? We've been trim-coordinated!" I shrug and finish what's left of the J&B. "No, really, which one?" I ask, then under my breath, "I want to cross it out of my Zagat guide." "Carruthers…" I stop, still looking at him, studying his face closely, slightly freaked out, unable to remember what I wanted to say. "Call me," Montgomery says absently, looking over the room. "Is that Tyson? Here's my card." I would rather have watched the baseball game or gone to the gym and worked out or tried that Salvadorian restaurant that got a couple of pretty good reviews, one in New York magazine, the other in the Times, than have dinner here but there is one good thing about dinner at Evelyn's: it's close to my place. "But…" I add quietly, "you shouldn't be… afraid." terzo rispetto alle logiche di comando dell'azienda avesse potuto in qualche modo censire l'eventuale presenza di interessi non funzionali alla azienda stessa; "I can't believe it's upside down," she says. "How long has it been this way?" STRINGFELLOW, FRANK 46 STRINGFELLOW, (M) MINNIE 41 05-FEB-1952 12-285 "Well, let's just say hypothetically, okay? What if they have a good personality?" I ask, knowing full well what a hopeless, asinine question it is. "How romantic." "For Christ sakes, Bateman, Jagger is here. Mick. Jerry. You know," Francesca says, talking to the booth but constantly scanning the room. Daisy's expression hasn't changed once all evening. "What a y-u-p-p-i-e," she spells to the blond girl, then Francesca's eyes land on my sorbet. I pull it toward me protectively. In Bed with Courtney nce saw. As in a movie, I turn around with some difficulty, standing on my toes to see Price perched on the rails, trying to balance himself, and someone has handed him a champagne glass and drunk or wired he holds both arms out and closes his eyes, as if blessing the crowd. Behind him the strobe light continues to flash off and on and off and on and the smoke machine is going like crazy, gray mist billowing up, enveloping him. He's shouting something but I cant hear what - the room is jammed to overcapacity, the sound level an earsplitting combination of Eddie Murphy's "Party All the Time" and the constant din of businessmen - so I push my way forward, my eyes glued on Price, and manage to pass Madison and Hugh and Turnball and Cunningham and a few others. But the crowd is too densely packed and it's futile to even keep trying. Only a few of the faces are fixated on Tim, still balancing on the railing, eyes half closed, shouting something. Embarrassed, I'm suddenly glad I'm stuck in the crowd, unable to reach him, to "I won't," I say. "Don't worry." "Shut up, Craig," Van Patten says, eyeing a waitress taking a booth's order. "But call that hardbody over." t intellectual wordplay is as important as having a good time and having one's cynicism tempered by good spirits, but I wonder what he thinks about Lewis selling so many more records than he? "Because he used to let frat guys - not the ones in my house - like, you know, gang bang him at parties and tie him up and stuff. At least, you know, that's what I've heard," I say sincerely, and then, more humiliated than I have ever been in my entire life, I confess, "Listen, Bethany, he offered me a… you know, a blow job once. In the, um, civics section of the library." "Yeah." She shrugs. "Sure." SEARS, LINDA D. 17 SINGLETON, EMERSON V. Jr 23 C 20-FEB-1970 15-333 Jean pauses, then whispers. "Patrick… I think he knows you're here." During my protracted silence, she adds, still hushed, "It's ten-thirty." SIMPSON, JOHN 68 BRIDGES, (Ms) E.A. 36 26-OCT-1882 1-543 "You're a dufus." The door to the office opens and I wave in the detective, who is surprisingly young, maybe my age, wearing a linen Armani suit not unlike mine, though his is slightly disheveled in a hip way, which worries me. I offer a reassuring smile. STRICKLAND, JIMMY 19 LAW, JUDY CAROL 20 10-MAR-1962 13-525 STEWART, WILL 45 HAYES, (M) LUCINDY 35 26-MAY-1915 6-45 SHULTS, ROBERT L. Sr 52 HAYES, (M) GEORGIA 52 04-DEC-1944 11-14 "Who?" "Bateman, you are some kind of morose bastard," Preston says. "You should stop reading all those Ted Bundy biographies." Preston stands up and checks his Rolex. "Listen men, I'm off. Will see you tomorrow." dai due esercizi commerciali sono stati portati via numerosi beni di consumo che sono stati poi distribuiti all’esterno; SIMMONS, DOVIE 18 THRELKELD, JIMMIE 23 04-JUL-1936 9-222 SHAVER, MIKE 27 HARVILL, LINDA 30 17-MAY-1980 16-425 "Oh Patrick, I'm going to cry," she says, dangling the noodle up to candlelight. "It's gorgeous. Can I put it on now?" "I thought we already cleared this up," I whisper, gripping the arm of his chair, smiling over at Thompson. "I'm sorry I insulted the pizzas at Pastels. Happy?" "Pumpkin," I start. It gets quieter as we move into the front hallway, heading toward the actual entrance, and we pass by three hardbodies. One is wearing a black side-buttoned notched-collar wool jacket, wool-crepe trousers and a fitted cashmere turtleneck, all by Oscar de la Renta; another is wearing a double-breasted coat of wool, mohair and nylon tweed, matching jeans-style pants and a man's cotton dress shirt, all by Stephen Sprouse; the best-looking one is wearing a checked wool jacket and high-waisted wool skirt, both from Barney's, and a silk blouse by Andra Gabrielle. They're definitely paying attention to the four of us and we repay the compliment, turning our heads - except for Price, who ignores them and says something rude. tail of Scott and Anne's life that seems even remotely suggestive to me is that they adopted a Korean boy of thirteen the year after they married, named him Scott Jr. and sent him to Exeter, where Scott had gone to school four years before I attended. "But I promised someone I'd stop by their place. Paranoia Understand?" I whine back. "Well, I'd like to travel," she says. "And maybe go back to school, but I really don't know…" She pauses thoughtfully and announces, sincerely, "I'm at a point in my life where there seems to be a lot of possibilities, but I'm so… I don't know… unsure." "What you need is a chick from Camden," Van Patten says, after recovering from McDermott's statement. SUMMONS, C.H. 57 MARTIN, (M) BLANCHIE 46 C 10-NOV-1927 7-362 "I've decided I'd rather play golf," I say. "I haven't been golfing in a long time." "That's crazy," I sigh. "I'll have a J&B on the rocks. No, an Absolut martini. No, a J&B straight up." Fuck… yourself… Armstrong, I'm thinking while staring out the window at the gridlock and pacing bums on Church Street. Appetizers arrive: sun-dried-tomato brioche for Armstrong. Poblano chilies with an oniony orange-purple marmalade on the side for me. I hope Armstrong doesn't want to pay because I need to show the dim-witted bastard that I in fact do own a platinum American Express card. I feel very sad at this moment for some reason, listening to Armstrong, and a lump forms in my throat but I swallow and take a sip from my Corona and the emotion passes and during a pause while he's chewing, I ask, "The food? How's the food?" almost involuntarily, thinking about anything but. STRAHAN, REBECCA 22 NESBET, RAYMOND 27 04-APR-1919 6-273 SMITH, GENNETT 32 IMLER, DAVID 32 24-JUL-1948 11-500 "And he says because. . ." Again Preston falters. There's a long silence. Preston looks at me. "Arguing with the concierge at the Carlyle," she says, sounding rather pissed off. "Now tell me, Patrick, where were you?" STUDDARD, WINSTON 26 HUNTLEY, MATTIE 24 17-FEB-1945 11-29 The ax hits him midsentence, straight in the face, its thick blade chopping sideways into his open mouth, shutting him up. Paul's eyes look up at me, then involuntarily roll back into his head, then back at me, and suddenly his hands are trying to grab at the handle, but the shock of the blow has sapped his strength. There's no blood at first, no sound either except for the newspapers under Paul's kicking feet, rustling, tearing. Blood starts to slowly pour out of the sides of his mouth shortly after the first chop, and when I pull the ax out - almost yanking Owen out of the chair by his head - and strike him again in the face, splitting it open, his arms flailing at nothing, blood sprays out in twin brownish geysers, staining my raincoat. This is accompanied by a horrible momentary hissing noise actually coming from the wounds in Paul's skull, places where bone and flesh no longer connect, and this is followed by a rude farting noise caused by a section of his brain, which due to pressure forces itself out, "Well," I say, choosing my words carefully. "I think I have to go back and retaste the pizza… ." I'm saying this through gritted teeth. "I'm just suggesting that the last time I was there the pizza was…" "You cannot keep referring to Ian as a dwarf," she says, smoothing her napkin over her lap. "I will not stand for it," she whispers, not looking at me. STANFIELD, MARY CARTER, DIAMOND 33 26-DEC-1922 7-56 VILLONE, TESSITORE. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: "Visitors to the Caribbean don't need a passport - just proof of U.S. citizenship - and even better, Taylor, is that language is no barrier. English is spoken everywhere, even on those islands where the local language is French or Spanish. Most of the islands are former British…" "You really know how to charm the ladies, Bateman." There is no sarcasm in Courtney's voice. "Should I tell Evelyn you feel this way?" she asks flirtatiously. SMITH, CECIL 25 DOSS, MARY DEAN 18 03-OCT-1936 9-265 SCOTT, ROY RANDOLPH 19 TILLMAN, REBECCA LOU 18 02-MAR-1963 14-110 She squeezes my hand tightly. "Patrick?" she asks, moving her hand up until it's gripping my elbow. When I find the strength to look back at her, it strikes me how useless, boring, physically beautiful she really is, and the question Why not end up with her? floats into my line of vision. An answer: she has a better body than most other girls I know. Another one: everyone is interchangeable anyway. One more: it doesn't really matter. She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. STRAHAN, GLADYS A. 23 TERRY, JOE ALEXANDER 23 21-MAR-1948 11-458 "Three," I say. "Don't you know who Jami Gertz is?" SMITH, W.L. 32 CHOWNING, ADDIE 25 13-JAN-1907 4-463 SHIELD, MELZINE 24 GLOVER, MARSELL 24 C 30-APR-1952 12-315 "Ray-vah? Ray-vah? Did you say ray-vah, Carnes?" I'm wide-eyed, feeling wired even though I haven't done any drugs. "What are you talking about? Bateman is what?" STEWART, SHERRI LYNN 19 REDD, JOHN ALLEN 37 12-JUL-1986 17-154 SMITH, GARLAND 60 JOHNSON, (M) ADA 59 C 27-OCT-1940 10-148 The aftermath. No fear, no confusion. Unable to linger since there are things to be done today: return videotapes, work out at the gym, a new British musical on Broadway I promised Jeanette I'd take her to, a dinner reservation to be made somewhere. What's left of both bodies is in early rigor mortis. Part of Tiffany's body - I think it's her even though I'm having a hard time telling the two apart - has sunken in and her ribs jut out, most broken in half, from what's left of her stomach, both breasts having been pierced by them. A head has been nailed to the wall, fingers lie scattered or arranged in some kind of circle around the CD player. One of the bodies, the one on the floor, has been defecated on and seems to be covered with teeth marks where I had bitten into it, savagely. With the blood from one of the corpses' stomachs that I dip my hand into, I scrawl, in dripping red letters above the faux-cowhide paneling in the living room, the words I AM BACK and below it a scary drawing which looks like this SCARAMUZZA, FRANK L. 21 CULP, CAROLYN 21 27-DEC-1961 13-490 Il discorso che oggi dovremmo fare è non soltanto difficile, come d’altra parte è emerso dall’intervento del Ministro, ma anche non nuovo, non soltanto nella sua dimensione storica ma anche attuale, se è vero che la prima delle interrogazioni che ho rivolto e che oggi non vedo, perché non è stata inserita, risale al 5 giugno 2002 e la prima di cui si discute del 20 gennaio 2004. "What is this? You can't eat at Smith and Wollensky without ordering the hash browns," he complains. "Where is your lithium, Courtney?" I calmly ask again. "You must take some." SIMMONS, ROBERT EARL 32 BURCHETT, REBECCA 30 16-OCT-1982 16-557 "Listen," she says. "The Young Republican bash at the Pla…" She stops herself as if remembering something, then continues, "at the Trump Plaza is next Thursday." I want to tell her I can't make it, hoping to god she has other plans, even though two weeks ago, drunk and coked up at Mortimer's or Au Bar, I invited her, for Christ sakes. "Are we going?" I finally find the tube behind a huge bottle - a jar - of Xanax on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet and before my dick totally softens place a small dab of it inside the tip of the condom, slather it on the latex sheath and then walk back into the bedroom, jumping onto the futon, causing her to snap, "Patrick, this is not a fucking trampoline." Ignoring her I kneel over her body, sliding my cock up into Courtney and immediately she's pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts, then she licks her thumb and starts rubbing her clit. I watch as my cock moves in then out then into her vagina with long fast strokes. SPRAGGINS, MOLLIE 25 HARRIS, B.A. 25 01-DEC-1895 3-343 BOBBIO Luigi (AN). Signor Ministro, innanzitutto le rivolgo il mio più sincero ringraziamento per l'opera eccezionale che sta svolgendo, e con lei il suo Ministero e tutti i suoi collaboratori, dal più alto in grado all'ultimo - in senso anagrafico d'ingresso - degli agenti della Polizia di Stato. Mi consenta, però, in questo mio intervento di rappresentare, non dico un fattore di critica, ma un fattore di stimolo e di sottolineare alcuni passaggi che sono convinto siano fondamentali. "But I quit that," I lie, breathing in hard, squeezing my hands together. "Silver fox is very popular," Daisy murmurs. SYNCO, RICHARD LYNN 18 LEWIS, LINDA KAY 19 11-DEC-1965 14-462 "Listen. There's no need to argue," I say. "If you want to go, go." "How do you know I'm not going to call you in and get your license revoked?" I ask, handing over a knife I just found in my pocket that looks as if it was dipped into a bowl of blood and hair. "Oh, I don't know, Victoria." I force an apologetic grin, avert my gaze from her thighs. "I'm at work all the time." "Has he been sick?" she asks, with the slightest trepidation. "Yes, yes, yes," Van Patter sighs, bored. "Beefeater on rocks with a twist." Reeves, pointing at me. So quanto lei (anzi vorrei dire - se me lo consente - in questo caso più di lei, avendo insegnato in quella città per oltre quarant’anni ed essendo stato Rettore di quella università) che a Napoli esistono tutte le possibilità di una ripresa. So che cosa fa la scuola, che cosa ha fatto l’università, che cosa fanno i giovani e la Chiesa, che è in prima linea. Vorrei ricordare soltanto il documento - è di qualche anno fa, ma è bene non dimenticarlo - della CEI sul Mezzogiorno, che fu ispirato dall’arcivescovo di Napoli. The two are hunched over the table, writing on the backs of paper napkins, a Scotch and a martini placed respectively in front of them. They wave us over. Price throws his Tumi leather attachй case on an empty chair and heads toward the bar. I call out to him for a J&B on the rocks, then sit down with Van Patten and McDermott. "I want to watch," I explain. "You have a very nice body," I say, urging her on. Questo significa attivare il circuito democratico che fa capo al Ministro dell’interno, che ha come punto di riferimento, per quello che riguarda Napoli, il consiglio comunale e il sindaco. Questo significa respingere la proposta che è stata avanzata da Alleanza Nazionale, e qui ripetuta dal collega Bobbio, di istituire un Alto commissario. SHELBY, D.C. 20 POWERS, SUSIE 18 18-JUL-1889 3-14 "Thanks." He blushes, looking down. "Anyway, he noticed that the retailer had removed the original label and replaced it with one of his own. Now what I want to know is, is this legal?" STOCKS, JANIE 22 MAUPIN, BILL 18 07-SEP-1965 14-430 SMITH, PAULINE 18 STAPLES, J.D. Jr 21 03-DEC-1928 7-453 STOCKLAUSER, CHRIS 41 CHAMBERS, CHARLES E. 51 29-MAR-1988 17-275 "And remember," McDermott adds, "with a regular vest the last button should be left undone." SAVAGE, COURTNEY 19 RADFORD, OLIVER 23 16-FEB-1879 1-268 BRUTTI Massimo, TESSITORE, VILLONE, PAGANO. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: I start laughing, not knowing what he means. "Well, where are you going to go?" "Who?" I hear her ask. "Diseases!" he exclaims, his face tense with pain. "There's this theory out now that if you can catch the AIDS virus through having sex with someone who is infected then you can also catch anything, whether it's a virus per se or not - Alzheimer's, muscular dystrophy, hemophilia, leukemia, anorexia, diabetes, cancer, multiple sclerosis, cystic fibrosis, cerebral palsy, dyslexia, for Christ sakes - you can get dyslexia from pussy-" SMITH, WILLIAM M. 25 ROBERTS, ELIZA 20 08-NOV-1875 1-26 STOVER, LARRY 22 REYNOLDS, KATHLEEN 17 01-DEC-1969 15-307 "And you're a yuppie scumbag," he says. SLEDGE, (M) MARY 22 KIRBY, BEN 26 11-JUL-1920 6-370 "She's in Boston, seeing her dentist." Van Patten shrugs, pussywhipped. SMITH, (M) VIRGINIA H. 27 McKINNEY, CLARK 30 03-JUN-1947 11-379 "Great," he says. "Let's. Here's my card." I look over at Stash to see if he's pleased with Vanden's casually blatant lie but he acts as if he wasn't listening, as if he were in some other room or some punk rock club in the bowels of the city, but so does the rest of the table, which bothers me since I am fairly sure we all know it's located in New Hampshire. "Oh Patrick," she whines into the phone. "It'll be so much fun." Se il giorno della visita del Ministro la città era diversa e più predisposta alla collaborazione, se si sentiva più vicina allo Stato e lo constatava visivamente, perché non fare in modo che quella situazione non sia stata un’occasionale meteora, ma sia la costante? Noi pensiamo che debba diventare una costante. "From who, Amanda or Kate?" I ask. None of the girls are particularly excited about seeing the band and all have confided in me, separately, that they don't want to be here, and in the limousine heading toward somewhere called the Meadowlands, Carruthers keeps trying to placate everyone by telling us that Donald Trump is a big U2 fan and then, even more desperately, that John Gutfreund also buys their records. A bottle of Cristal is opened, then another. The TV is tuned to a press conference Reagan's giving but there's a lot of static and no one pays attention, except for me. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Shark Attack Victims. Paul Owen has called me Marcus four times and Evelyn, much to my relief, Cecilia twice, but Evelyn doesn't notice since she's been glaring at Courtney the entire time we've been in the limousine. Anyway, no one has corrected Owen and it's unlikely that anyone will. I even called her Cecilia a couple of times myself when I was sure she wasn't listening, while she was staring hatefully at Courtney. Carruthe SULLIVAN, DELLA 16 GREEN, A.J. 46 03-DEC-1893 3-245 SCOTT, ANNIE 24 FORD, JOE 41 C 20-JAN-1923 7-64 "Forty. Five hundred." I shrug. "I'm not sure." SAWYER, ALEX 21 MARKS, LILA 18 01-FEB-1877 1-123 "You don't know much about me, do you?" I ask teasingly. "I guess," she shrugs. It opens with "You Give Good Love" and "Thinking About You," both produced and arranged by Kashif, and they emanate warm, lush jazz arrangements but with a contemporary synthesized beat and though they're both really good songs, the album doesn't get kicking until "Someone for Me" which was produced by Jermaine Jackson, where Whitney sings longingly against a jazz-disco background and the difference between her longing and the sprightliness of the song is very moving. The ballad "Saving All My Love for You" is the sexiest, most romantic song on the record. It also has a killer saxophone solo by Tom Scott and one can hear the influences of sixties girl-group pop in it (it was cowritten by Gerry Goffin) but the sixties girl groups were never this emotional or sexy (or as well produced) as this song is. "Nobody Loves Me Like You Do" is a glorious duet with Jermaine Jackson (who also produced it) and just one example of how sophisticated lyrically this album is. The last thing it suffers from is a paucity of dece "Who?" Leaning in, she grins mischievously. "Am I dreaming," Taylor asks me, "or… am I really hearing an actual conversation?" I've placed a cigar on the table. She's too upset to even comment. "I'm just leaving," I say simply. not the cocaine that did it. I mean I know but so when that all fell apart I knew that it would be, like, best to just hang out and not deal with I can't lie, nod, hand him forty. "I'm leaving now," I say soothingly. "I've assessed the situation and I'm going." "Hay letsyall go to See Bee Jee Bees I har that's pretty new wave. Lifestyle difference," Hamlin explains. "The Texan is not accepted until Monday. I quickly, and quite nimbly I might add, rearranged my hectic schedule. A sick father. A forest fire. An excuse." I pause. "Don't you know this?" SMILEY, ROBERT 33 BAILEY, MATTIE 24 06-FEB-1924 7-123 "I saw him fuck Bateman up the ass in the men's room at Morgan Stanley," Price says. SMITH, MATTIE 18 JACKS, R.H. 26 15-JUN-1913 5-387 But at her apartment she lies naked on her back, her legs - tan and aerobicized and muscular and worked out - are spread and I'm on my knees giving her head while jerking myself off and in the time since I've started licking and sucking on her pussy she's already come twice and her cunt is tight and hot and wet and I keep it spread open, fingering it with one hand, keeping myself hard with the other. I lift her ass up, wanting to push my tongue into her, but she doesn't want me to and so I raise up my head and reach over to the Portian antique nightstand for the condom that sits in the ashtray from Palio next to the halogen Tensor lamp and the D'Oro pottery urn and I tear the package open with two shiny slick fingers and my teeth, then slip it, easily, onto my cock. SWAYZEE, B.H. 46 FRAZIER, ALINE 33 15-SEP-1914 6-11 SEALOR, BERTHA 19 KNICKERBOCKER, T.M. 21 13-MAR-1898 3-473 "Go on," I urge. "Please go on." "Luis cannot come," I say. "But… what about us? What about the past?" she asks blankly. St JOHN, THOMAS B. 74 GREENWOOD, LILLIAN EVELYN 67 06-JAN-1969 15-205 It's an awkward position for all of us, so this only goes on for maybe two or three minutes, but during this short period Sabrina comes in Christie's face, while Christie, grinding her cunt hard against my mouth, comes all over mine and I have to steady her thighs and grip them firmly so she won't break my nose with her humping. I still haven't come and Sabrina's doing nothing special to my cock so I pull it out of her mouth and have her sit on it. My cock slides in almost too easily - her cunt is too wet, drenched with her own cunt juice and Christie's saliva, and there's no friction - so I take the scarf from around Christie's neck and pull my cock out of Sabrina's cunt and, spreading her open, wipe her cunt and my cock off and then try to resume fucking her while I continue to eat out Christie, who I bring to yet another climax within a matter of minutes. The two girls are facing each other - Sabrina's fucking my cock, Christie's sitting on my face - and Sabrina leans in to suck and finger Christie's small "Like these girls care," Price snorts. "When I tell them what my annual income is, believe me, my behavior couldn't matter less." ror. I use Mace to blind both of them momentarily and then I knock them unconscious with the butt of the nail gun. SAELER, JESSIE V. 31 GOLDEN, VIRGIE LEE 23 08-NOV-1947 11-423 "Mr. Erlanger from Lehman's?" "Picked them up from the printer's yesterday," I mention. "Libya," and then, after a significant pause, "Pago Pago. I meant to say Pago Pago," and then I add, "Because of your outburst I'm not paying for this meal." '"That's too bad." He takes this in, remembers something. "Courtney?" SMITH, LINDA 19 STOVER, WENDELL 19 21-JUN-1969 15-253 lace. A reproduction Black Forest umbrella stand ($675 at Hubert des Forges) sits in an other corner without, I'm just noticing, any umbrellas in it. She keeps yipping, wild-eyed. The husband holds the two sheets he's taken out of the bag in front of him, both splattered with dried blood, and stares at them dumbly. SCROGGINS, CONNIE LYNN 21 BUMPASS, WILLIE RALPH Jr 23 04-DEC-1985 17-117 STIDHAM, PHIL 22 ANDERSON, ALICE 16 28-JUL-1961 13-428 SPARKS, BENJAMIN F. 24 McSHAN, MARTHA 18 17-APR-1881 1-464 "In . .. the… club," she says, spacing each word out bitterly. I cut him off. "Wait, this has nothing to do with Luis. Let Hamlin take the fag out himself." Todd Lauder, and may in fact be, gives thumbs-up from across the room, etc., etc. SPEARS, A.W. 36 LYLES, ROENA 22 21-NOV-1912 5-342 "Listen," I say, pushing my chair in. "I just want everyone to know that I'm pro-family and anti-drug. Excuse me." STRANGE, NELLIE 19 CUMMINGS, BUSTER 21 26-APR-1919 6-278 "So choose an elf. Make that one over there the elf overseer," I say. "But let's go, now." I start pulling her toward the back door of the brownstone, her shoes squeaking as they slide across the Muscoli marble tile. SLEDGE, (M) BERTHA 18 FLANNIGAN, OTTO 28 20-SEP-1916 6-124 "Why? I mean… do I?" she asks, totally confused. "Sushi? Elves? Patrick you're confusing me," Evelyn says. "And I don't appreciate it." "Did you expect me to be flattered?" she spits out bitterly. SCOTT, MAUDY 19 TAYLOR, LENARD 22 C 05-NOV-1939 10-34 SAELER, JESSE RAY 18 WILSON, JAMES MARIE 18 03-JUL-1964 14-291 The bar in.Texarkana is empty and in the dining area only four or five tables have people at them. Owen is at a booth in the back, complaining bitterly to the waiter, grilling him, demanding to know the exact reasons why they are out of the crawfish gumbo tonight. The waiter, a not-bad-looking faggot, is at a loss and helplessly lisps an excuse. Owen is in no mood for pleasantries, but then neither am I. As I sit down, the waiter apologizes once more and then takes my drink order. "J&B, straight," I stress. "And a Dixie beer." He smiles while writing this down - the bastard even bats his eyelashes - and when I'm about to warn him not to attempt small taut with me, Owen barks out his drink order, "Double Absolut martini," and the fairy splits. Suddenly, desperately, she takes my hand from acres the table, pulling it closer to her. "What do you want me to do? What is it you want?" SMITH, MARY E. 19 CAUGHMAN, E.A. 23 10-DEC-1881 1-488 "How about that Salvadorian bistro?" McDermott. "Not if I can help it," he says, shrugging. SMITH, COY 21 BRIGGS, (M) ELLEN 25 27-NOV-1931 8-333 "Are you drunk?" Genesis "Oh right," I say. "Of course… We had wanted Paul Owen to come," I say, nodding my head as if just realizing something. "But he said he had plans…" Then, lamely, "I guess I had dinner with Victoria the… following night." STOVER, ELBERT 21 CASH, MARIE 18 02-OCT-1937 9-372 "Ominous." I nod my agreement. SPAKES, GEORGE O. 22 SHELBY, OPAL 18 13-JUL-1946 11-223 "Why not?" The colleagues I have to buy presents for include Victor Powell, Paul Owen, David Van Patten, Craig McDermott, Luis Carruthers, Preston Nichols, Connolly O'Brien, Reed Robison, Scott Montgomery, Ted Madison, Jeff Duvall, Boris Cunningham, Jamie Conway, Hugh Turnball, Frederick Dibble, Todd Hamlin, Muldwyn Butner, Ricky Hendricks and George Carpenter, and though I could have sent Jean to make these purchases today, instead I asked her to sign, stamp and mail three hundred designer Christmas cards with a Mark Kostabi print on them and then I wanted her to find out as much as she could about the Fisher account that Paul Owen is handling. Right now I'm moving down Madison Avenue, after spending close to an hour standing in a daze near the bottom of the staircase at the Ralph Lauren store on Seventy-second, staring at cashmere sweater vests, confused, hungry, and when I finally took hold of my bearings, after failing to get the address of the blond hardbody who worked behind the counter and who was coming on to me STEWART, JOHN 24 CUMMINGS, MARY 21 24-JUL-1900 4-19 Banco di Sicilia: strutture facenti capo alla Direzione Sistemi e Lavorazioni amministrative che svolgono servizi informatici e di back-office per un totale di 405 dipendenti; BOLOGNA, 27 ottobre 2004 I am now fairly sure that the odds of having sex with Patricia this evening are quite good, but not if we attend a concert in which an ex-boyfriend (there is no such thing with Patricia) is in the backup band. SCALES, JEAN CAROLYN 18 WOZENCRAFT, STANLEY HEWITT 21 03-MAY-1941L 10-213 SELF, TOMMY WOODROW 18 BROWN, VERALYNN 17 03-MAY-1966 14-507 "Chernoble? No, not Chernoble, " she whines. "Honey, it's Christmas." I happen to like the tie I bought Sean at Paul Smith last week and I've decided not to give it to him (though the idea of the asshole, say; hanging himself with it pleases me greatly). In fact I decide to wear it to the Quilted Giraffe tonight. Instead of the tie, I'm going to bring him a Casio QD-150 Quick-Dialer combination wristwatch, calculator and data bank. It dials touch-tone phones sonically when held up to a mouthpiece and it stores up to fifty names and numbers. I start laughing while putting this useless gift back into its box, thinking to myself that Sean doesn't even have fifty acquaintances. He couldn't even name fifty people. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Salad Bars. "Aren't you forgetting something?" McDermott asks me. STONE, LORENE 20 GREEN, JIMMIE 25 04-JAN-1936 9-162 "No, it's not Victor Powell, Patrick," Evelyn says casually. "It's an artist friend of mine, Stash. And Vanden, his girlfriend." "Let's have lunch," she calls out. I'm standing in Paul Smith talking to Nancy and Charles Hamilton and their two-year-old daughter, Glenn. Charles is wearing a four-button double-breasted linen suit by Redaelli, a cotton broadcloth shirt by Ascot Chang, a patterned silk tie by Eugenio Venanzi and loafers by Brooks Brothers. Nancy is wearing a silk blouse with mother-of-pearl sequins and a silk chiffon skirt by Valentino and silver earrings by Reena Pachochi. I'm wearing a six-button double-breasted chalk-striped wool suit and a patterned silk tie, both by Louis, Boston, and a cotton oxford cloth shirt by Luciano Barbera. Glenn is wearing silk Armani overalls and a tiny Mets cap. As the salesgirl rings up Charles's purchases, I'm playing with the baby while Nancy holds her, offering Glenn my platinum American Express card, and she grabs at it excitedly, and I'm shaking my head, talking in a high-pitched baby voice, squeezing her chin, waving the card in front of her face, cooing, "Yes I'm a total psychopathic murderer, oh yes I am, I like to k "You seem distant," she says. Girls "No. No reward," he mutters, shuffling the bills with one hand, the gun, still pointed at me, in the other. "My life is a living hell," I mention off the cuff, while casually moving leeks around on my plate, which by the way is a porcelain triangle. "And there are many more people I, uh, want to… want to, well, I guess murder." I say this emphasizing the last word, staring straight into Armstrong's face. "That is the most valuable piece of information I've heard since" - I look at my new gold Rolex that insurance paid for - "McDermott suggested we all drink dry beers. Christ, I want a Scotch." SMITH, FLOSSIE 18 CONRED, JOHN* 22 08-AUG-1931 8-301 ciascuna delle attività sopra identificate costituirebbero, per le parti cedenti e cessionaria, rami d’azienda ai sensi dell’art. 2112 del codice civile; SHANK, HENRY A. 23 PINKARD, GEORGIA 18 24-DEC-1890 3-93 "You look marvelous." I sigh, turning my head, offering an airkiss. "There's nothing to say. You're going to marry Luis. Next week, no less." SARGENT, JOHN H. 26 SUMMERS, KATHRYN 30 C 15-JUN-1950 12-58 SIMMONS, (M) DIANNE 29 ABINGTON, WILLIAM A. 47 19-JUL-1980 16-437 "I can't disagree." I laugh weakly, walking him to the door. As he leaves I'm wondering and not wondering what happens in the world of Tim Price, which is really the world of most of us: big ideas, guy stuff, boy meets the world, boy gets it. Aggiungo che non si è trattato solamente di un intervento di emergenza a carattere transitorio e questo per due motivi: innanzi tutto perché, sul totale di 1.000 unità di personale temporaneamente trasferite allora a Napoli, 500 sono definitivamente rimaste in città; in secondo luogo, perché le attività di "Alto Impatto" si sono inserite nell'ambito dei più vasti interventi di carattere aggiuntivo che sono finanziati con i fondi del PON "Sicurezza per lo sviluppo nel Mezzogiorno d'Italia". "Grassgreen?" STUBBLEFIELD, LILLIAN 17 BALLARD, ODIS 23 C 30-JUN-1924 7-139 SIMMONS, RUTHIE 18 COATS, ALVIE 21 20-APR-1932 8-375 There's a pause. I break it by asking, "What do you want?" STONE, VALRIE 18 ROGERS, D.H. 21 04-OCT-1931 8-322 "Great, McDermott," Price says, getting in the front seat. "You sound really excited." SADLER, VAN 21 DAVIDSON, ELVA 18 19-JUN-1927 7-339 SMURALS, (M) MARTHA* 35 SCROGGINS, W.A. 43 04-DEC-1904 4-310 "I'll do that," I say. "Maybe I'll do that." She comes back apologizing for her behavior earlier this evening. "I mean I loved Barcadia, the food was outstanding and that mango sorbet, ohmygod I was in heaven. Listen, it's okay that we didn't go to Dorsia. We can always go some other night and I know that you probably tried to get us in but it's just so hot right now. But, oh yeah, I really loved the food at Barcadia. How long has it been open? I think it's been three, four months. I read a great review in New York or maybe it was Gourmet… But anyway, do you want to come with me to this band tomorrow night, or maybe we can go to Dorsia and then see Wallace's band or maybe go to Dorsia after, but maybe it's not even open that late. Patrick, I'm serious: you should really see them. Avatar is such a great lead singer and I actually thought I was in love with him once - well, actually I was in lust, not love. I really liked Wallace then but he was into this whole investment banking thing and he couldn't handle the routine and he broke down, it was the acid "Listen, has anyone heard of this club called Nekenieh?" Reeves asks. SMALL, ALLIE LEE 35 WILLIAMS, JEWEL LAVERN 34 19-MAY-1963 14-145 PEDRIZZI, PACE, PALOMBO, BONATESTA. - Ai Ministri dell'interno e della giustizia. – Premesso: si chiede di sapere: "…Tandoori chicken and foie gras, and lots of jazz, and he adored the Savoy, but shad roe, the colors were gorgeous, aloe, shell, citrus, Morgan Stanley…" "I already answered that twice today," I warn. "Come on…" I start whining. "Let this be my Christmas present." Silence. Una quarantina di giovani aderenti al movimento dei "disobbedienti", ed in particolare al sodalizio "Casa Loca Occupata", ha fatto ingresso all'interno dell'ipermercato "Coop" di Sesto San Giovanni. Giunti presso le casse gli attivisti hanno richiesto che venisse loro applicato uno sconto del 50 per cento sui prodotti prelevati, così come previsto ed indicato su alcuni volantini promozionali (buoni sconti) recanti il marchio "Coop", verosimilmente stampati e diffusi dagli stessi aderenti al movimento in parola. La direzione del centro commerciale ha comunque deciso di applicare per trenta minuti, per i soli clienti presenti all'interno, uno sconto del 10 per cento sui prodotti alimentari. Nello stesso pomeriggio, è stata attuata un'analoga iniziativa presso la "Esselunga" di via Vigliani da parte di un gruppo di trenta esponenti del C.S. Cantiere, altra realtà che aderisce al movimento dei "disobbedienti". Non avendo ottenuto alcuno sconto sulla merce prelevata i manifestanti dopo un'ora circa hanno abbandona "Why?" Courtney's voice is tinged with actual interest. he fuck is going on?" I ask, seething, my platinum AmEx already slapped on the greasy table. "No milk shake. Kosher," she says, thick-upped, just one of billions of people who have passed over this planet. "Then bring me a fucking… vanilla… malted!" I roar, spraying spit all over my open menu. She just stares. "Extra thick!" I add. She walks away to get the manager and when I see him approaching, a bald carbon copy of the waitress, I get up and scream, "Fuck yourself you retarded cocksucking kike," and I run out of the delicatessen and onto the street where this I ask the guy if his name is Ricardo. "That's definitely a paunch," I say. "Look at it." "Mrs…. Wolfe?" Weakly, I smile. Van Patten returns, mumbling, "They don't have a good bathroom to do coke in." SMITH, VERA LUCILLE 19 SELF, JAY D. 25 20-OCT-1945 11-99 Thursday "Why not?" I ask, concerned. I click back onto the other line, interrupting Van Patter and McDermott's conversation about whether it's proper or not to wear a blue suit as one would a navy blazer. "Yeah." not a note of resignation but one of hope, and its complex message (it wasn't written by anyone in the band) of survival leads the way to their next album, Small World, where they take on global issues. Fore! might not be the masterpiece Sports is (what could be?), but in its own way it's just as satisfying and the mellower, gentler Huey of '86 is just as happening. "Uh, yeah? Sid." He shrugs. Dal successivo esame degli elementi testimoniali e delle riprese audio-video effettuate in occasione della citata manifestazione, la Digos di Venezia ha ravvisato nella condotta tenuta dal Casarini gli estremi del delitto di estorsione, per il quale è stato deferito All'autorità giudiziaria. "Who are they?" I shout. "Are they from Oppenheimer?" STRONG, MATTIE 18 MASSEY, JOHN 22 10-MAY-1917 6-171 "Because it's absorbed faster than if it was at room temperature." Absently I check my Rolex. "It should probably be water. Evian. But not in plastic." "I'm not supposed to," she says again, but after another glance at the black, long car and at the bill she's now putting into her hip pocket and at the bum, shuffling toward the limousine, a cup jangling with coins held in a scabby outstretched arm, she manages to answer, "But I can make an exception." "What? Honey?" she asks. In the darkness of the penguin habitat - Edge of the Icepack is what the zoo pretentiously calls it - it's cool, in sharp contrast to the humidity outside. The penguins in the tank glide lazily underwater past the glass walls where spectators crowd in to stare. The penguins on the rocks, not swimming, look dazed, stressed out, tired and bored; they mostly yawn, sometimes stretching. Fake penguin noises, cassettes probably, play over a sound system and someone has turned up the volume because it's so crowded in the room. The penguins are cute, I guess. I spot one that looks like Craig McDermott. "If I did, I have to make a phone call." "The girls are bored," Luis screams at me. Huey Lewis and the News …and in the southern deserts of Sudan the heat rises in airless waves, thousands upon thousands of men, women, children, roam throughout the vast bushland, desperately seeking food. Ravaged and starving, leaving a trail of dead, emaciated bodies, they eat weeds and leaves and… lily pads, stumbling from village to village, dying slowly, inexorably; a gray morning in the miserable desert, grit flies through the sir, a child with a face like a black moon lies in the sand, scratching at his throat, cones of dust rising, flying across land like whirling tops, no one can see the sun, the child is covered with sand, almost dead, eyes unblinking, grateful (stop and imagine for an instant a world where someone is grateful for something) none of the haggard pay attention as they file by, dazed and in pain (nothere is one who pays attention, who notices the boy's agony and smiles, as if holding a secret), the boy opens and closes his cracked, chapped mouth soundlessly, there is a school bus in the distance somewhere and There's a click, the door to the stall opens and a young couple - the guy wearing a double-breasted wool cavalry twill suit, cotton shirt and silk tie, all by Givenchy, the girl wearing a silk taffeta dress with ostrich hem by Geoffrey Beene, vermeil earrings by Stephen Dweck Moderne and Chanel grosgrain dance shoes - walks out, discreetly wiping each other's noses, staring at themselves in the mirror before leaving the rest room, and just as Evelyn and I are about to walk into the stall they've vacated, the first couple rushes back in and attempts to overtake it. SEALOR, SADIE 18 KNICKERBOCKER, SID 22 06-SEP-1902 4-155 SEARCY, EVA LUCILE 30 REID, F.L. 31 20-DEC-1935 9-148 da giovedì 11 a domenica 14 novembre 2004 si sono registrati su tutta la regione Puglia nubifragi violenti, con venti che hanno soffiato per ore a circa 100 Km orari e con piogge torrenziali continue; Without answering I get up from the futon and stumble into her bathroom trying to pull off the condom but it gets stuck halfway and while easing it off I accidentally trip over the Genold scale while also trying to flip on the light switch and in the process stubbing my big toe, then, cursing, I manage to open the medicine cabinet. SNEED, FANNIE 20 MARKS, ROBT L. 26 29-NOV-1899 3-573 "Oh shit," I exclaim. "Hold on." 'They want a hardbody who can take them to Le Cirque twice a week, get them into Nell's on a regular basis. Or maybe a close personal acquaintance of Donald Trump," Price says flatly. "No. He's at P & P," I say. "We work together, sort of." "Hey, I heard that too," McDermott says. Campagne e mobilitazioni, pur essendo momenti di aggregazione operativa, lasciano comunque intravedere alcune linee di frattura che dividono il campo antagonista almeno in tre diverse componenti: quella pacifica del Social Forum; quella dei disobbedienti, inclini ad azioni illegali di diversa intensità, tra le quali anche, appunto, i cosiddetti espropri proletari; quella, infine, dell’antagonismo più radicale (fatto di anarchici, marxisti-leninisti, area dell’Autonomia di classe), che scelgono la violenza come strumento normale di lotta politica e che possono andare anche oltre la propaganda armata. On The Patty Winters Show this morning the topic was Toddler-Murderers. In the studio audience were parents of children who'd been kidnapped, tortured and murdered, while on stage a panel of psychiatrists and pediatricians were trying to help them cope - somewhat futilely I might add, and much to my delight - with their confusion and anger. But what really cracked me up was - via satellite on a lone TV monitor - three convicted Toddler-Murderers on death row who due to fairly complicated legal loopholes were now seeking parole and would probably get it. But something kept distracting me while I watched the huge Sony TV over a breakfast of sliced kiwi and Japanese apple-pear, Evian water, oat-bran muffins, soy milk and cinnamon granola, ruining my enjoyment of the grieving mothers, and it wasn't until the show was almost over that I figured out what it was: the crack above my David Onica that I had asked the doorman to tell the superintendent to fix. On my way out this morning I stopped at the front desk, abou SMITH, ANNIE LOIS 27 PHILLIPS, TOM 29 17-NOV-1935 9-131 "It doesn't really matter. My mind has already gone numb." randomness, vast chasms of misunderstanding. I'm not really listening to any of this conversation, not even to myself, because I'm thinking of ways to get rid of Bethany's body, or at least debating whether or not I should keep it in my apartment another day or so. If I decide to get rid of it tonight, I can easily stuff what's left of her into a Hefty garbage bag and leave it in the stairwell; or I can exert the extra effort and drag it into the street, leaving it with the rest of the trash on the curb. I could even take it to the apartment in Hell's Kitchen and pour lime over it, smoke a cigar and watch it dissolve while listening to my Walkman, but I want to keep the men's bodies separate from the women's, and besides, I also want to watch Bloodhungry, the videotape I rented this afternoon - its ad line reads, "Some clowns make you laugh, but Bobo will make you die and then he'll eat your body" - and a midnight trip to Hell's Kitchen, even without a stop at Bellvue's for a small bite to eat, wouldn't give me enough time. Bethany's bones and most of h "Please, what can I do?" she sobs quietly. Paul Owen walks in wearing a cashmere one-button sports jacket, tropical wool flannel slacks, a button-down tab-collared shirt by Ronaldus Shamask, but it's really the tie - blue and black and red and yellow bold stripes from Andrew Fezza by Zanzarra - that impresses me. Carruthers gets excited too, and he leans into my chair and asks, if I'm listening correctly, "Do you think he has a power jockstrap to go along with that thing?" When I don't answer he retreats, opens one of the Sports Illustriateds that sit in the middle of the table and, humming to himself, starts to read an article on Olympic divers. Though the boys hail from San Francisco and they share some similarities with their Southern California counterparts, the Beach Boys (gorgeous harmonies, sophisticated vocalizing, beautiful melodies - they even posed with a surfboard on the cover of the debut album), they also carried with them some of the bleakness and nihilism of the (thankfully now forgotten) "punk rock" scene of Los Angeles at the time. Talk about your Angry Young Man! - listen to Huey on "Who Cares," "Stop Trying," "Don't Even Tell Me That You Love Me," "Trouble in Paradise" (the titles say it all). Huey hits his notes like an embittered survivor and the band often sounds as angry as performers like the Clash or Billy Joel or Blondie. No one should forget that we have Elvis Costello to thank for discovering Huey in the first place. Huey played harmonica on Costello's second record, the thin, vapid My Aim Was You. Lewis has some of Costello's supposed bitterness, though Huey has a more bitter, cynical sense of humor. Elvis might think tha "No," I shout. "Negative. Madison couldn't find any." "Get Hamlin, have him… get him on three-way," I sputter, checking my Rolex. "Hurry. Maybe we can talk him into 1500." SHELBY, BARNEY RAY 24 CHERRY, KATHERINE ANNETT 18 13-JUN-1959 13-191 "I… have to… watch The Cosby Show." STOKES, LAVERN 18 PURDY, SHANNON 24 27-AUG-1949 11-615 "What?" Courtney moans. "Did you forget something?" "Yes. She's the real estate agent," he says, looking up at me. "You do have an appointment, don't you?" "Pumpkin, he's a dickweed." "Call me back, bozo." We hang up. SMITH, PAULA JEAN 19 REYNOLDS, ROBERT Jr 19 23-SEP-1966 14-560 The guy goes into hysterics, his head thrown back, sniffing in loudly, then he doubles up and tries to catch his breath. "I have… sorbet," she says as if in a daze. "Kiwi, carambola, cherimoya, cactus fruit and oh… what is that…" She stops her zombie monotone and tries to remember the last flavor. "Oh yes, Japanese pear." I smile, raising my eyebrows at McDermott, who sullenly takes the seat next to mine. He sighs and opens the newspaper, silently reading. Since he hasn't offered a "hello" or "good morning" I can tell that he's pissed off and I suspect that it has something to do with me. Finally, sensing that Luis is about to ask something, I turn to McDermott. at I asked for but don't want. SPICER, VANESSA MARIE 18 SHIPMAN, DAVID THOMAS II 18 26-DEC-1991 17-522 "It's just" - he sighs, exasperated - "futile." "What the fuck is Ricardo's problem?" Price asks, gaping at the coke. "I can see you're confused," I point out. "Why not?" Luis Carruthers is, I suppose, incognito. He's wearing some kind of jaguar-print silk evening jacket, deerskin gloves, a felt hat, aviator sunglasses, and he's hiding behind a column, pretending to inspect a row of ties, and, gracelessly, he gives me a sidelong glance. Leaning down, I sign something, a bill I think, and fleetingly Luis's presence forces me to consider that maybe a life connected to this city, to Manhattan, to my job, is not a good idea, and suddenly I imagine Luis at some horrible party, drinking a nice dry rosй, fags clustered around a baby grand, show tunes, now he's holding a flower, now he has a feather boa draped around his neck, now the pianist bangs out something from Les Miz, darling. "I apologize," I say. "But I'm right. It is. You read the review in the Times, right?" "Who is Paul Owen with?" I hear McDermott asking Price. "In the booth near the front, second in from" - Evelyn pauses - "Brooke Astor. See?" SMITH, JACOB CARMICAL, (M) VANDOURSER 05-DEC-1895 3-349 SHEALS, JENNIE 18 ALLAN, WILLIE D. 21 C 22-NOV-1924 7-171 Something rises off me and I'm able to ask, but still without looking at him, "Where?" "Please," I say, unamused, studying the menu. "Oh my god," Evelyn says. "You think he might be sick?" "Patrick," she says, shaking her head, as if she's lost faith in me. "Honestly. Did you?" she asks. "The only thing I really worried about was that and the chestnut stuffing…" She pauses. "Well, because the chestnut stuffing was… well, gross, you know-" King, I'm thinking. King, Evelyn. I want you to call me King. But I don't say this. "Evelyn. I don't want you to call me anything. I don't think we should see each other anymore." SLOOPS, SYLVIA 18 TURNER, DALE 21 31-DEC-1932 8-445 SMITH, JAMES I. 26 MILLER, HELEN 18 27-JUN-1944 10-565 Evelyn studies Farrell too. "Oh, he doesn't have a paunch." e bran muffin. Next to the Salton Sonata toaster and the Cuisinart Little Pro food processor and the Acme Supreme Juicerator and the Cordially Yours liqueur maker stands the heavy-gauge stainless-steel two-and-one-half-quart teakettle, which whistles "Tea for Two" when the water is boiling, and with it I make another small cup of the decaffeinated apple-cinnamon tea. For what seems like a long time I stare at the Black & Decker Handy Knife that lies on the counter next to the sink, plugged into the wall: it's a sliver/peeler with several attachments, a serrated blade, a scalloped blade and a rechargeable handle. The suit I wear today is from Alan Flusser. It's an eighties drape suit, which is an updated version of the thirties style. The favored version has extended natural shoulders, a full chest and a bladed back. The soft-rolled lapels should be about four inches wide with the peak finishing three quarters of the way across the shoulders. Properly used on double-breasted suits, peaked lapels are considered "Night," I say. (3-01831) (16 novembre 2004) (Già 4-01310) "Tails, tails, tails," he chants, then he slaps his hand over the coin after it lands on his napkin. "You guys," I say, shaking my head, then teasingly admit, "He did something far worse." SMITH, (M) MARY 75 WASHINGTON, WALTER 89 05-FEB-1913 5-375 But the driver knocks on the plexiglass divider, motions to me. While taking the Walkman off I notice he's locked all the doors - I see the locks lower in a flash, hear the hollow clicking noise, the moment I turn the volume off. The cab is speeding faster than it should down the highway, in the far right lane. "Yes?" I ask irritably. "What?" "No," I say grimly. "Paul Sebastian." you. Don't need a reservation," as she reaches for a menu. She leads me to a horrible table in back near the rest rooms and I grab the menu away from her and rush to a booth up front and I'm appalled by the cheapness of the food - "Is this a goddamn joke?" - and sensing a waitress is near I order without looking up. "A cheeseburger. I'd like a cheeseburger and I'd like it medium rare." "I'm sorry, sir," the waitress says. "No cheese. Kosher," and I have no idea what the fuck she's talking about and I say, "Fine. A kosherburger but with cheese, Monterey Jack perhaps, and - oh god," I moan, sensing more cramps coming on. "No cheese, sir," she says. "Kosher…" "Oh god, is this a nightmare, you fucking Jew?" I mutter, and then, "Cottage cheese? Just bring it?" "I'll get the manager," she says. "Whatever. But bring me a beverage in the meanwhile," I hiss. "Yes?" she asks. "A… vanilla… milk shake…" "No milk shakes. Kosher," she says, then, "I'll get the manager." "No, wait." "Mister I'll get the manager." "What in t "Nope. Negatif. Not tonight, honey." He wags his head. "The watch, you scumbag," he says, leaning out the window, the gun aimed at my head. "Wait." I laugh. "I could be wrong…" My spine feels damp. "I just don't want any part of it," she says. "He's a parasite, a loser, a weasel," Van Patten concludes. "You can always be thinner," I mumble, staring at the traffic in the street, distracted by something - what? I don't know. "Look… better." Jean peers into my office, knocking gently on the half-open door. I pretend not to acknowledge her presence, though I'm not sure why, since I'm kind of lonely. She moves up to the desk. I'm still staring at the crossword puzzle with my Wayfarers on, stunned but for no real reason. "You forgot something, Farrell," Preston mentions. "McDermott is a beggar." "But we're going to Kaktus, uh, I mean Zeus Bar," I say, then, confused, add, "No, Kaktus." Tonight an infuriating dinner at Raw Space with a vaguely ditzed-out Courtney who keeps asking me questions about spa menus and George Bush and Tofutti that belong only in someone's nightmare. I utterly ignore her, to no avail, and while she's in midsentence - Page Six, Jackie O - I resort to waving our waiter over and ordering the cold corn chowder lemon bisque with peanuts and dill, an arugula Caesar salad and swordfish meat loaf with kiwi mustard, even though I already ordered this and he tells me so. I look up at him, not even trying to feign surprise, and smile grimly. "Yes, I did, didn't I?" The Floridian cuisine looks impressive but the portions are small and costly, especially in a place with a dish of crayons on each table. (Courtney draws a Laura Ashley print on her paper place mat and I draw the insides of Monica Lustgarden's stomach and chest on mine and when Courtney, charmed by what I'm drawing, inquires as to what it is, I tell her, "Uh, a… watermelon"). The bill, which I pay for with my platin SEGREST, MINNIE 19 HARDING, RATHEW 23 08-OCT-1911 5-270 SPAKES, JAMES FELTON 31 FURR, BETTY SUE 25 08-FEB-1964 14-263 "Caught him on call waiting." McDermott nudges me, dubious. Nel pomeriggio si è svolta la manifestazione indetta dalle rappresentanze sindacali di base per protestare contro la politica economica del Governo. Vi hanno partecipato circa 10.000 persone appartenenti alle diverse aree della sinistra antagonista. Dry Cleaners "Hey, have a holly jolly Christmas." He points a finger at me, drunk. Her second effort, Whitney (Arista, 1987), had four number one singles, "I Wanna Dance with Somebody," "So Emotional," "Didn't We Almost Have It All?" and "Where Do Broken Hearts Go?" and was mostly produced by Narada Michael Walden and though it's not as serious an effort as Whitney Houston it's hardly a victim of Sophomore Slump. It starts off with the bouncy; danceable "I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)" which is in the same vein as the last album's irrepressible "How Will I Know." This is followed by the sensuous "Just the Lonely Talking Again" and it reflects the serious jazz influence that permeated the first album and one can also sense a newfound artistic maturity in Whitney's voice - she did all the vocal arrangements on this album - and this is all very evident on "Love Will Save the Day" which is the most ambitious song Whitney's yet performed. It was produced by Jellybean Benitez and it pulsates with an uptempo intensity and like most of the songs on this album it reflects a grownup's awa No, Owen." I move slowly around the chair until I'm facing him, standing directly in his line of vision, and he's so drunk he can't even focus in on the ax, he doesn't even notice once I've raised it high above my head. Or when I change my mind and lower it to my waist, almost holding it as if it's a baseball bat and I'm about to swing at an oncoming ball, which happens to be Owen's head. SEYMORE, J.H.W. 30 WEST, (Ms) E.N. 16 22-NOV-1882 1-544 "Well, most guys I know who work in mergers and acquisitions don't really like it," she says. "He's rich," I say. "So you're at Mill… on the water? Taffeta? What is it?" I ask. Her body, her skin tone, seem firm and rosy. "I want the number, idiot." She waves me away and continues, "Anyway, I'm at Mark Hammerstein's and I'll try you later and if I don't see you at Canal Bar tomorrow night I'm going to sic my hairdresser on you. Bon voyage. How do I hang this thing up?" she asks, even though she expertly pushes the antenna down and presses the Off button, tossing the phone onto the Schrager chair that I've moved next to the jukebox. "No-o-o-o," Luis wails, racked with sobs. SIMMONS, NETTIE 18 KENDALL, LUTHER 22 26-AUG-1924 7-154 SANDINE, KEITH 18 GIBSON, SHERRY MAE 17 05-NOV-1977 16-301 STURGIS, WANDA BEATRICE 25 ESTES, WILEY B. 27 20-JUL-1946 11-226 "Everybody's rich," she says, concentrating on the TV screen. "Yeah." She shrugs timidly. "You want what?" he shouts back. "Marijuana?" "It's no problem," I tell him. quali siano i dati della Criminalpol e dell’Arma dei Carabinieri relativi ai delitti commessi a Napoli negli anni 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002 e 2003; SMITH, HENDERSON 21 BROWN, ELIZABETH 18 26-JUN-1927 7-340 SHIELD, ELZIA 31 SMITH, BEATRICE 22 C 16-FEB-1951 12-136 Tim moves past her and down the foyer toward the kitchen. "Evelyn? Where are you, Evelyn?" he calls out in a singsong voice. "We have to talk." "No. Feed it to one of the elves. That one over there looks pretty hungry. Excuse me but I need another drink." Anche la scuola è sempre meno incisiva dal punto di vista pedagogico. Per non parlare poi della piaga della dispersione scolastica così rilevante nella mia città. I giovani sono senza speranza per il futuro, in balia delle filosofie consumistiche e edonistiche per le quali l'unico valore è il denaro. Ecco perché si sviluppa quella che è stata definita malagioventù. SHELTON, GEORGIA 18 WALKER, MACK 21 10-APR-1931 8-253 STOVER, CALVIN 24 DAVIS, FORCY 19 05-NOV-1896 3-405 STRACENER, WILLIAM T. 18 LANGDON, MAYME 18 16-DEC-1961 13-485 SPRINKLER, ETHEL 23 BROCK, LUGHNIE 22 C 01-JUN-1946 11-199 My call waiting buzzes again. "Yes?" Price says, casing the room. (presentato in data 18/11/2004 ) "Well, we should have drinks," I tell Owen. There's a pause in which I watch the dog. The owner keeps eyeing me and then he just can't help it, he has to break the silence. "Meredith," he calls out, motioning for someone behind me. "Come here." Price taps me on the shoulder. "What does that mean?" I maneuver her into the kitchen. "Calm down," I tell him. "Let's do it anyway." "Where did you go to school?" He scribbles something in his book. SEGREST, ARNETTA 18 O'NEAL, HERMAN 29 C 13-FEB-1955 12-571 "Patrick, what are you doing.at home?" "He's twenty-four and worth, oh, let's say, a repulsive amount of dough," Van Patten hints, grinning. He has obviously been spotted by the person and flashes a bright, toothy smile. "A veritable shitload." SPEARS, CHARLES H. 24 SMITH, SUSAN 21 10-JAN-1881 1-431 "What, Bateman?" Carruthers asks, leaning in. SEGREST, W.H. 30 POPLAR, CILAR 20 21-MAR-1920 6-351 reatest antidrug song ever written, it's also a personal statement about how the band has grown up, shucked off their bad-boy image and learned to become more adult. Hayes' solo on it is incredible and the drum machine used, but not credited, gives not only "I Want a New Drug" but most of the album a more consistent backbeat than any of the previous albums - even though Bill Gibson is still a welcome presence. It's silent in the boardroom as I contemplate this, thinking it through before asking, finally, "What's 'broiled,' Luis?" "Listen." I touch her hand. "The sea urchins at Le Bernardin, darling," Owen says. "What else did you tell him, Van Patten?" I ask. SHANDY, DANIEL KELLEY 22 SIEFERT, NORMA DEAN 21 23-JUL-1951 12-216 "You have to remember-" Again I'm interrupted by McDermott. "Why?" the guy asks, then shrugs, both nostrils ringed with white powder. "He's right." "You know," I finally say, somewhat suavely, "I happen to know the chef." dal giorno di presentazione dell'interrogazione tale contenzioso non si è risolto ma continua in maniera tale da provocare gravi danni alle attività del consorzio a seguito della disdetta senza giusta causa, "Obsession." Evelyn smiles flirtatiously, gently pushing Timothy away. "It's Obsession. Patrick, get your friend away from me." "You can have mine, Van Patten," I say. Something on Television "Gorbachev's not downstairs," Caron says suddenly. "No, no, too fluffy," Daisy says, shaking her head "You're priceless." SHELBY, MARTHA JOHN 18 REED, WILLIAM VERNON 17 12-MAY-1961 13-387 "Yeah," he says. COMPAGNA (UDC). Signor Presidente, signor Ministro, colleghi senatori, credo di poter esprimere, a nome di tutti i colleghi dell'UDC, un sentito apprezzamento per l'opera del ministro Pisanu. "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," she says slowly. "Isn't that special?" she asks sarcastically, but not in a frustrated way. Detto documento è stato trasmesso, ai sensi dell'articolo 34, comma 1, secondo periodo, del Regolamento, alla 3a e alla 4a Commissione permanente. STEWART, KATHY RENEE 19 DAVIS, PAUL EVERETT III 19 09-APR-1977 16-264 As if this film had speeded up she laughs immediately, looks quickly away, down, embarrassed. "I'm, well, sorry… gosh." PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. SPAKES, HAVIS 38 GRIFFITH, MARIE A. 36 01-MAY-1975 16-131 SINCLAIR, VERA MAE 17 BURKS, J.C. 22 07-OCT-1946 11-277 successivamente, nel marzo 2003, l'Agenzia del Demanio, preso atto dell'errore, ha promosso un decreto dirigenziale, che includeva i mappali 227 e 228 precedentemente esclusi, ma ciò non ha prodotto una modifica del decreto ministeriale, con l'implicito ordine di trasferimento oneroso alla SCIP dei due mappali mancanti; the gun at him, in his face, but he panics, cries out in mangled English "don't shoot me please don't kill me," holding his hands up, I mutter "oh shit" and scream "drive" but he's terrified, "oh don't shoot me man don't shoot," I impatiently mutter "fuck yourself" and, raising the gun to his face, pull the trigger, the bullet splatters his head open, cracks it in half like a dark red watermelon against the windshield, and I reach over him, open the door, push the corpse out, slam the door, start driving… "Played squash with Richard Lindquist." He shrugs contemptuously. "Bought a tuxedo." STEWART, J.F. 22 McMURRAY, ELIZA 20 16-DEC-1875 1-40 SMITH, W.R. 21 HILL, MARY 18 04-MAR-1951 12-145 SIMMS, MARIE RUTH 18 BRIANT, CHARLES RAY 24 14-MAY-1946L 11-191 The two of them stare at me for a long time. Fixed smiles locked on their faces, they glance at each other before Christie, unsure, shrugs and quietly answers, "No." Ci sono esperimenti di educazione alla legalità nella scuola pubblica di Napoli; vi sono maestre e professori che lavorano per questo; studenti che si schierano dalla parte giusta. Quindi vuol dire che le energie ci sono e tocca al Governo, in primo luogo, fare di più. Lo dicevate a noi quando stavamo al vostro posto. Permettetemi adesso di dirlo dai banchi dell’opposizione: state facendo troppo poco. I delitti aumentano; sul territorio di Napoli la camorra spadroneggia. Noi chiediamo al Governo un impegno più incisivo ed intenso. "I threw it away. I threw it all away. I wanted to do it," I gasp, "but I threw it away." SEYMORE, ONIE 20 RAY, FLOYD 22 14-JAN-1922 6-477 sture. Next apply Gel Appaisant, also made by Pour Hommes, which is an excellent, soothing skin lotion. If the face seems dry and flaky - which makes it look dull and older - use a clarifying lotion that removes flakes and uncovers fine skin (it can also make your tan look darker). Then apply an anti-aging eye balm (Baume Des Yeux) followed by a final moisturizing "protective" lotion. A scalp-programming lotion is used after I towel my hair dry. I also lightly blow-dry the hair to give it body and control (but without stickiness) and then add more of the lotion, shaping it with a Kent natural-bristle brush, and finally slick it back with a wide-tooth comb. I pull the Fair Isle sweater back on and reslip my feet into the polka-dot silk slippers, then head into the living room and put the new Talking Heads in the CD player, but it starts to digitally skip so I take it out and put in a CD laser lens cleaner. The laser lens is very sensitive, and subject to interference from dust or dirt or smoke or pollutants or The two of them are looking over at the next booth disinterestedly, but when they turn back to our table, their eyes falling on the sleeping Taylor, Caron turns to Libby and sighs. "Should we go over and say hello?" SKROVIG, KERMITH 24 WHITE, MILDRED 18 02-MAY-1935 9-72 STRAHON, FRANKIE 20 BROCK, JOHN 26 01-MAY-1910 5-184 STUBBLEFIELD, LUCILLE 22 KENDALL, CLEVE 25 C 06-JUN-1931 8-275 Quelli della sicurezza e della criminalità, organizzata o non, sono temi complessi, nei quali plurimi sono i fattori causali e su tutti occorre intervenire, ciascun ente, ciascuna istituzione, ciascun soggetto per la sua sfera di competenza. Competenza vuol dire anche responsabilità, ma non responsabilità per accusare qualcuno di qualcosa, ma per capire chi ha fatto cosa e chi - fatto ancora più grave - non ha fatto cosa, nell'attivare quindi una comune sinergia per arrivare al comune risultato. The house we stayed at was actually Tim Price's, which Evelyn had the keys to for some reason, but in my stupefied state I refused to ask for specifics. I pause, stand up straight, run a hand over my face, breathe in and then lean back down. "Listen to me…" I breathe in again. "They've got midgets in there." I point with a thumb back at the brownstone. "Midgets who are about to sing 'O Tannenbaum'…" I look at him imploringly, begging for sympathy, at the same time looking appropriately frightened. "Do you know how scary that is? Elves" - I gulp - "harmonizing?" I pause, then quickly ask, "Think about it." SMITH, MENTORIA 20 TOLEFREE, C.W. 27 C 30-DEC-1932 8-454 "Wallet." He motions with his gun. "Just the cash." "I don't remember," I answer after a long time. Tim's house was on the water in East Hampton and was adorned with many gable roofs and was four stories high, all connected by a galvanized-steel staircase, and had what at first I thought was a Southwestern motif but wasn't. The kitchen was one thousand square feet of pure minimalist design; one wall held everything: two huge ovens, massive cupboards, a walk-in freezer, a three-door refrigerator. An island of custom-crafted stainless steel divided the kitchen into three separate spaces. Four of the nine bathrooms contained trompe l'oeil paintings and five of them had antique lead ram's heads that hung over the sink, water spouting from their mouths. All the sinks and bathtubs and showers were antique marble and the floors were composed of tiny marble mosaics. A television was built into a wall alcove above the master bathtub. Every room had a stereo. The house also contained twelve Frank Lloyd Wright standing lamps, fourteen Josef Heffermann club chairs, two walls of floor-to-ceiling videocassette cases and "Yes." She smiles. "I'm working at Milbank Tweed." STRINGFELLOW, ANITA 16 STACKS, HARVEY 24 04-APR-1953 12-430 "I'm listening," Van Patten says, irritated. "Go ahead. Finish it. One hand on my cock, one hand on my balls, go on." "Montgomery," Price says in a kindly, conversational tone, staring at Nicki. "How have things been?" "Who'll make the rez?" Hamlin asks. "Where to?" I really am confused. "You want me to find Ricardo?" Faded posters of Donald Trump on the cover of Time magazine cover the windows of another abandoned restaurant, what used to be Palaze, and this fills me with a newfound confidence. I've arrived at D'Agostino's, standing directly in front of it, gazing into it, and I have an almost overwhelming urge to walk in and browse through each aisle, filling my basket with bottles of balsamic vinegar and sea salt, roam through the vegetable and produce stands inspecting the color tones of red peppers and yellow peppers and green peppers and purple peppers, deciding what flavor, what shape of gingerbread cookie to buy, but I'm still longing for something deeper, something undefined to do beforehand, and I start to stalk the dark, cold streets off Central Park West and I catch sight of my face reflected in the tinted windows of a limousine that's parked in front of Cafй des Artistes and my mouth is moving involuntarily, my tongue wetter than usual, and my eyes are blinking uncontrollably of their own accord. In the STONE, S. 28 HOPE, ELLA 18 15-SEP-1907 5-28 "You should have the Diet Pepsi instead of the Diet Coke," I say. "It's much better. It's fizzier. It has a cleaner taste. It mixes better with rum and has a lower sodium content." BISCARDINI, MACONI - Al Ministro dell'economia e delle finanze - Premesso che: clues. Foul play is suspected and police think that perhaps a machete was the killer's weapon because of certain grooves and indentations found on the deck. No bodies have been found. There are no suspects. Price began his spiel today over lunch and then brought it up again during the squash game and continued ranting over drinks at Harry's where he had gone on, over three J&Bs and water, much more interestingly about the Fisher account that Paul Owen is handling. Price will not shut up. SPRIGGS, FRANCES 35 GREENLEE, HOLLIS Jr 35 07-MAR-1974 16-46 "I'll have the ceviche with leeks and sorrel," Bethany says. "And the endive with… walnut dressing." "Yes," I say. "You did. But I took your call so it's my fault, not yours." "Oh." Van Patten smiles politely. "Of course." "Nonvintage, that weasel," Price hisses, craning his neck to find Montgomery's table. "Loser." He gives him a thumbs-up sign from across the room. "The fucker's so short I could barely see him. I think I gave thumbs-up to Conrad. I can't be sure." "Carpaccio," Evelyn corrects. "We all know about your lead pipe, Bateman," McDermott says. "Stop bragging." "Because details regarding fiber content and country of origin or the manufacturer's registration number must remain intact. Label tampering is very hard to detect and rarely reported," I shout over my shoulder. Courtney is kissing Paul Owen on the cheek, their hands already firmly clasped. I stiffen up and stop walking. Rhinebeck bumps into me. But she moves on, waving to someone across the room. nay-" He slaps a hand over his forehead and shuts his eyes and now he mutters, jaw clenched, "I'm leaving. I'm dumping Meredith. She's essentially daring me to like her. I'm gone. Why did it take me so long to realize that she has all the personality of a goddamn game-show host?… Twenty-six, twenty-seven… I mean I tell her I'm sensitive. I told her I was freaked out by the Challenger accident - what more does she want? I'm ethical, tolerant, I mean I'm extremely satisfied with my life, I'm optimistic about the future - I mean, aren't you?" "Why not?" I shout again over the music, though there's really no need to, adding "You stupid bastard." SALAS, (M) JANE 28 EUSEPPI, JOE Jr 40 03-APR-1965 14-386 eotapes to return, money to be taken out of an automated teller, a dinner reservation at 150 Wooster that was difficult to get. He stands up. "Dinner? Tomorrow?" How could I describe Paul Owen to this guy? Boasting, arrogant, cheerful dickhead who constantly weaseled his way out of checks at Nell's? That I'm heir to the unfortunate information that his penis had a name and that name was Michael? No. Calmer, Bateman. I think that I'm smiling. Dizzy, I sip my drink then take a deep breath. "No, of course you wouldn't… but I think that…" My turn to sigh, contemplatively. "I think… you know how they say no two snowflakes are ever alike?" SLANKARD, FRED 24 CUTHBERTSON, KATE E. 24 29-OCT-1911 5-277 He shrugs, sighs. "I don't know about that. All I know is that Paul Owen owes her supposedly a lot of money." STEPHENS, KENNETH RAY 17 LEE, VIRGINIA ESTHER 16 13-MAY-1973 15-638 The limousine cruises up alongside the girl. Through its tinted windows, closer up, she's paler, the blond hair now seems bleached and her facial features indicate someone even younger than I first imagined, and because she's the only white girl I've seen tonight in this section of town, she seems - whether she is or not - especially clean; you could easily mistake her for one of the NYU girls walking home from Mars, a girl who has been drinking Seabreezes all night while moving across a dance floor to the new Madonna songs, a girl who perhaps afterwards had a fight with her boyfriend, someone named Angus or Nick or… Pokey, a girl on her way to Florent to gossip with friends, to order another Seabreeze perhaps or maybe a cappuccino or a glass of Evian water - and unlike most of the whores around here, she barely registers the limousine as it pulls up next to her and stops, idling. Instead she lingers casually, pretending to be unaware of what the limousine actually signifies. My priorities before Christmas include the following: (1) to get an eight o'clock reservation on a Friday night at Dorsia with Courtney, (2z) to get myself invited to the Trump Christmas party aboard their yacht, (3) to find out as much as humanly possible about Paul Owen's mysterious Fisher account, (4) to saw a hardbody's head off and Federal Express it to Robin Barker - the dumb bastard - over at Salomon Brothers and (5) to apologize to Evelyn without making it look like an apology. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about women who married homosexuals and I almost called Courtney up to warn her - as a joke - but then decided against it, deriving a certain amount of satisfaction from imagining Luis Carruthers proposing to her, Courtney shyly accepting, their nightmarish honeymoon. Scowling at another beggar shivering in the misty drizzle at Fifty-seventh and Fifth, I walk up and squeeze his cheek affectionately, then laugh out loud. "His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!" The Salvation Ar SPEARS, NINA 18 WALDROP, L.O. 21 29-AUG-1918 6-245 When she fails to continue I ask, annoyed, "You're making sense. Go on." SELMAN, DELL J. 17 ROSS, NED N. 23 01-APR-1949 11-574 SAINT, WADE 24 CASON, LUCILLE 18 12-FEB-1938 9-416 "What is it?" I ask in monotone. "He said," I begin, " 'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.' " I stop, finish my J&B in one swallow. STUBBLEFIELD, KATE 21 TAYLOR, A.W. 21 C 30-APR-1928 7-413 "I'm into, oh, murders and executions mostly. It depends." I shrug. Outside this cab, on the sidewalks, black and bloated pigeons fight over scraps of hot dogs in front of a Gray's Papaya while transvestites idly look on and a police car cruises silently the wrong way down a one-way street and the sky is low and gray and in a cab that's stopped in traffic across from this one, a guy who looks a lot like Luis Carruthers waves over at Timothy and when Timothy doesn't return the wave the guy - slicked-back hair, suspenders, horn-rimmed glasses - realizes it's not who he thought it was and looks back at his copy of USA Today. Panning down to the sidewalk there's an ugly old homeless bag lady holding a whip and she cracks it at the pigeons who ignore it as they continue to peck and fight hungrily over the remains of the hot dogs and the police car disappears into an underground parking lot. SMITH, ANNA LEE 21 MOSLEY, WILLIAM 27 C 18-APR-1957L 13-34 "Some guys are just born cool, I guess." Farrell smiles, shrugging. se non si ritenga che l'attività della Wind Telecomunicazioni sia stata dettata dalla volontà di impedire che un soggetto estraneo e (Evelyn's suicidal, Courtney wants to buy a chow, Luis suggests dinner on Thursday). Sean is already chain-smoking, and I'm thinking to myself. Damn, why didn't I request a table in the nonsmoking section? He's shaking hands with the maоtre d' as I walk over but doesn't even bother to introduce us. I sit down and nod. Sean nods too, having already ordered a bottle of Cristal, knowing that I'm paying; also knowing, I'm sure, that I know he doesn't drink champagne. STINSON, TROY R. 33 JOHNSON, MARY H. 46 10-MAR-1973 15-622 "Oh Jesus," Van Patten says, practically gagging. "Who wants to marry a chick who's gonna give birth to a jug of vodka and cranberry juice?" STEWART, KELLY W. 21 TUCKER, BECKY 16 18-MAY-1961 13-389 SOURHEAVER, BEATRICE 17 WILLIAMS, ROBERT 25 20-DEC-1972L 15-606 ill people, oh yes I do, honey, little sweetie pie, yes I do…" After the office today I played squash with Ricky Hendricks, then had drinks with Stephen Jenkins at Fluties and I'm supposed to meet Bonnie Abbott for dinner at Pooncakes, the new Bishop Sullivan restaurant in Gramercy Park, at eight o'clock. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Concentration Camp Survivors. I take out a Sony Watchman Pocket TV (the FD-270) that has a 2.7-inch black-and-white miniscreen and weighs only thirteen ounces, and hold it out to Glenn. Nancy asks, "How's the shad roe at Rafaeli's?" Right now, outside this store, it's not dark yet but it is getting there. "Why not?" I ask. "Buying a tie for my brother. It's his birthday soon. Excuse me." I move down the rack, away from him. una maggiore presenza che si risolva in un presidio statico del territorio non è in sé sufficiente, imponendosi invece uno sforzo eccezionale per incrementare le capacità investigative e di intelligence delle forze dell’ordine; bisogna perseguire con tenacia ogni linea investigativa – a partire dalle indagini patrimoniali - che possa durevolmente e non in modo occasionale indebolire le organizzazioni criminali; "So, like…" I pause. "What happened?" Qualche connessione con la legge, invece, c’è perché credo che rispetto all'illegalità, fatto di cui tutti stiamo discutendo e che tutti condanniamo, si ponga anche un problema di esempio. "Lynx. Chinchilla. Ermine. Beaver-" Casually laughing along with her, the sounds coming out of my mouth loaded with scorn, I admit, "Riotous." I say it suddenly, blankly. My gaze traces the line of women at the bar. Are there any I'd like to fuck? Probably. The long-legged hardbody sipping a kir on the last stool? Perhaps. Evelyn is agonizing between the mвchй raisin and gumbo salade or the gratinized beet, hazelnut, baby greens and endive salad and I suddenly feel like I've been pumped full of clonopin, which is an anticonvulsive, but it wasn't doing any good. SINGLETON, (M) MALINDA 26 GOOLSBY, THOMAS 21 11-MAY-1890 3-59 "Well, see, it's like this," she begins. "There's this concert at Radio City and-" "Columbia?" I shout - though that's a joke. SPAKES, MAPLE 18 WATTS, WINSTON GILBERT 19 10-SEP-1932 8-411 "Come on fella," I say as I push him roughly out of the bedroom. "Beddy-bye time." "No." He shakes his head in a way that suggests he's considered it. Oh who cares? 'The sushi looks marvelous," I tell her soothingly. I reach into a drawer in my desk and bring out a bottle of aspirin. SMITH, CAROLYN 18 SMITH, GERALD 21 17-OCT-1959 13-228 "Look, you were lucky you were even invited, so just…" My voice trails off. Mentre alcuni di loro avviavano una sorta di trattativa con il direttore del centro per ottenere il 70 per cento di sconto sulla spesa, altri cominciavano a riempire i carrelli di merce cercando poi di scavalcare le casse per uscire dal locale. "Who-in-the-hell-is-Jeanette?" she hisses calmly. l standing, drooling, in front of the store, staring, minutes later (I don't know how many). RONCONI - Ai Ministri dell'economia e delle finanze e delle comunicazioni - Atteso che: SHULTZ, DOVIE 16 CHILDERS, CHAS H. 27 13-MAY-1918 6-226 Disegni di legge, annunzio di presentazione I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Pastels since I'm positive we won't get seated but the table is good, and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave. At Pastels McDermott knows the maоtre d' and though we made our reservations from a cab only minutes ago we're immediately led past the overcrowded bar into the pink, brightly lit main dining room and seated at an excellent booth for four, up front. It's really impossible to get a reservation at Pastels and I think Van Patter, myself, even Price, are impressed by, maybe even envious of, McDermott's prowess in securing a table. After we piled into a cab on Water Street we realized that no one had made reservations anywhere and while debating the merits of a new Californian-Sicilian bistro on the Upper East Side - my panic so great I almost ripped Zagat in two - the consensus seemed to emerge. Price had the only dissenting voice but he finally shrugged and said, "I don't give a shit," and we used his portaphone STEWART, LUCILE 19 SPAKES, JAMES R. 21 04-JUL-1941 10-236 SMITH, EMMETT 21 BERRY, OLLIE 18 C 06-AUG-1931 8-307 "Bateman, I hate the Japanese," Carruthers screams at me, one hand placed over an ear. "Little slanty-eyed bastards." Non ripercorrerò tutti gli interventi fatti da personaggi come Casarini, ma ricordo che Giovanni Russo Spena, con il quale ho partecipato a qualche trasmissione televisiva, mi diceva che in fondo era stato un errore, che tecnicamente si era sbagliato, perché avrebbero dovuto pretendere lo sconto dai proprietari dei supermercati e andare via, mentre il fatto che si fossero portati a casa i DVD era stato solamente un incidente di percorso. In fondo, la cosa andava giustificata. Lo stesso Bertinotti ha rilasciato delle interviste pericolosissime. "When the fuck is Wolfgang Puck going to open a restaurant in this goddamn city?" Van Patten asks us. "Cindy," I say. "I need a favor." SPANN, OLEN CREED Jr 18 CREED, GINGER LEE MABRY 18 13-SEP-1964 14-330 Dawn. Sometime in November. Unable to sleep, writhing on my futon, still in a suit, my head feeling like someone has lit a bonfire on it, in it, a constant searing pain that keeps both eyes open, utterly helpless. There are no drugs, no food, no liquor that can appease the forcefulness of this greedy pain; all my muscles are stiff, all my nerves burning, on fire. I'm taking Sontinex by the hour since I've run out of Dalmane, but nothing really helps and soon even the box of Sominex is empty. Things are lying in the corner of my bedroom: a pair of girl's shoes from Edward Susan Bennis Allen, a hand with the thumb and forefinger missing, the new issue of Vanity Fair splashed with someone's blood, a cummerbund drenched with gore, and from the kitchen wafting into the bedroom is the fresh smell of blood cooking, and when I stumble up out of bed into the living room, the walls are breathing, the stench of decay smothers everything. I light a cigar, hoping the smoke will mask at least some of it. "I'm leaving," Price shouts. "I'm getting out." SELF, JAY D. 25 SMITH, VERA LUCILLE 19 20-OCT-1945 11-99 Elizabeth turns to Christie and unfortunately says, "if you had an American Express card she'd give you a blow job," and I'm hoping to god that Christie doesn't look over at Elizabeth, confused, and say "But we don't take credit cards." To make sure this doesn't happen, I bellow "Oh, bullshit," but goodnaturedly. "No, really Patrick. What do you want me to call you?" I say, "I think I'm losing it." StJOHN, KAREN H. 18 POOLE, DALE F. 23 11-APR-1962 13-538 Bum on Fifth Once inside, after paying fifty dollars for the two of us, I head immediately to the bar without really caring if Patricia follows. I order a J&B on the rocks. She wants a Perrier, no lime, and orders this herself. After I down half the drink, leaning against the bar and checking the hardbody waitress out, something suddenly seems out of place; it's not the lighting or INXS singing "New Sensation" or the hardbody behind the bar. It's something else. When I slowly turn around to take in the rest of the club I'm confronted by space that is completely deserted. Patricia and myself are the only two customers in the entire club. We are, except for the occasional hardbody, literally the only two people in Tunnel. "New Sensation" becomes "The Devil Inside" and the music is full blast but it feels less loud because there isn't a crowd reacting to it, and the dance floor looks vast when empty. "Why are you so concerned?" I gruppi antagonisti hanno presentato queste azioni come una legittima campagna di sensibilizzazione politica sulla condizione di ulteriore impoverimento delle fasce deboli. Ammesso che l’intenzione fosse questa, i fatti di Milano e di Roma sono andati ben oltre, e in maniera preoccupante. "It's true," McDermott confirms, his mouth full. "I've seen it." This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, incidents, and dialogue, except for incidental references to public figures, products, or services, are imaginary and are not intended to refer to any living persons or to disparage any company's products or services. "Later, fellas…" Montgomery is already about halfway across the room. Nicki slinks behind him. I was wrong: she does have an ass. Relieved that Harold is, as usual, still dispensing valuable and new information, with the addition of a faint but unmistakable trace of, god forbid, an English accent, I find myself brazen enough to blurt out, "Shut up, Carnes, they will not." I down the martini, Stoli, while Cannes, looking quite taken aback, stricken almost, turns around to face me, and his bloated head breaks out into an uncertain smile. Someone behind us is saying, "But look what happened to Gekko…" "Yeah, yeah." Con ulteriore decreto, in pari data, adottato con la medesima procedura e sentito il Consiglio dei Ministri, ha attribuito al Ministro degli affari esteri, on. dott. Gianfranco FINI, le funzioni di Vicepresidente del Consiglio dei Ministri. SCOTT, LOU 20 JOHNSON, WILLIAM 21 21-OCT-1875 1-33 il penultimo comma dell’art. 2112 del codice civile, come novellato dalla legge 10 settembre 2003, n. 76, afferma che "Ai fini e per gli effetti di cui al presente articolo si intende per trasferimento d’azienda qualsiasi operazione che, in seguito a cessione contrattuale o fusione, comporti il mutamento nella titolarità di un’attività economica organizzata, con o senza scopo di lucro, preesistente al trasferimento e che conserva nel trasferimento la propria identità, a prescindere dalla tipologia negoziale o dal provvedimento sulla base dei quali il trasferimento è attuato, ivi compreso l’usufrutto o l’affitto di azienda. Le disposizioni del presente articolo si applicano altresì al trasferimento di parte dell’azienda, intesa come articolazione funzionalmente autonoma di un’attività economica organizzata, identificata come tale dal cedente e dal cessionario al momento del suo trasferimento"; "Shit," I curse, taking out my gazelleskin wallet. "Here's a hundred." I hand him two fifties. Courtney orders a champagne on the rocks, which secretly appalls me. "Oh," she says as if reminded by something, "can I have that with a twist?" "Yeah, if you speak Farsi," Price says, handing McDermott a couple of drink tickets as if to placate him. "See, that's what I mean," I say. "If you don't have the V's, you might as well be listening to a goddamn Walkman." "Listen to me, McDermott." I lean in toward him. "You have drugs. I can see it in your eyes. Not to mention that fucking sniffing." "What?" "It's cold out, too," I say. "Isn't it?" spesso i Comuni intervengono con propri fondi per il pagamento degli affitti degli uffici postali, o ospitano gli stessi in locali di proprietà pubblica, senza alcun onere; Cosa facciamo noi, cosa fa lei, Ministro dell'interno, per garantire la sicurezza di chi collabora? Questo è il punto. Cosa facciamo per stimolare il rispetto della legalità? Ha ricordato poc'anzi il collega Tessitore, e aderisco alle sue considerazioni, che vi sono state situazioni nelle quali la città è stata messa di fronte ad una illegalità diffusa. La città si è trovata spesso nella condizione di essere ostaggio quotidiano di manifestazioni; lei sa o no, signor Ministro, che si dice a mezza bocca, e nemmeno tanto a mezza bocca, che la tolleranza per quelle manifestazioni inaccettabili viene dal suo Ministero? Così si dice e, alla prossima manifestazione, presenterò una interrogazione e le chiederò una smentita formale. "Oh god. It's a mess," Evelyn gasps. "I swear I'm going to cry." "No," he shouts. "They're called trim coordinators." _________________ "Yeah," I say and hang up. "What are you doing instead?" Price asks, clearly uninterested. Monday night at eight o'clock. I'm in my office attempting yesterday's New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle, listening to rap music on the stereo, trying to fathom its popularity, since a little blonde hardbody I met at Au Bar two nights ago told me that rap is all she listens to, and though later I beat the living shit out of her at someone's apartment in the Dakota (she was almost decapitated; hardly a strange experience for me), earlier this morning her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side and buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: niggerish voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk. Jean sits at her desk, which is piled high with reams of documents that I want her to go over. Today has not been bad: I worked out for two hours before the office; the new Robison Hirsch restaurant called Finna opened in Chelsea; Evelyn left two messages on my answering machine and another with Jean, letting me know that she'll "Hey Preston," Van Patten says. "We're gonna send in the GQ questions. You got one?" "We ended up at Palladium which was completely empty. They were letting in people for free." She signs. "We saw maybe four or five people." SLATEN, WILLIAM MONROE 28 BRYAN, ELIZABETH DARLEEN 22 03-SEP-1966 14-556 "Listen, Patrick," Luis says, pressing his handkerchief into my hand, my fingers clenched into a fist that relaxes at Luis's touch. "Dibble and I are having lunch next week at the Yale Club. Would you like to join us?" he topic on The Patty Winters Show this morning. Sitting in a booth at Smith and Wollensky, which is strangely empty, I'm on Valium, drinking a good glass of red wine, wondering absently about that cousin of mine at St. Albans in Washington who recently raped a girl, biting her earlobes off, getting a sick thrill not ordering the hash browns, how my brother and I once rode horses together, played tennis - this is burning from my memory but McDermott eclipses these thoughts when he notices I haven't ordered the hash browns after dinner has arrived. SANDERS, BARBARA ANN 22 POWERS, CURTIS R. 30 01-AUG-1964 14-324 "It's…" I stall and then continue, faltering momentarily, "It's… all right." he morning's stretching exercises. Afterwards I stand in front of a chrome and acrylic Washmobile bathroom sink - with soap dish, cup holder, and railings that serve as towel bars, which I bought at Hastings Tile to use while the marble sinks I ordered from Finland are being sanded - and stare at my reflection with the ice pack still on. I pour some Plax antiplaque formula into a stainless-steel tumbler and swish it around my mouth for thirty seconds. Then I squeeze Rembrandt onto a faux-tortoiseshell toothbrush and start brushing my teeth (too hung over to floss properly - but maybe I flossed before bed last night?) and rinse with Listerine. Then I inspect my hands and use a nailbrush. I take the ice-pack mask off and use a deep-pore cleanser lotion, then an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for ten minutes while I check my toenails. Then I use the Probright tooth polisher and next the Interplak tooth polisher (this in addition to the toothbrush) which has a speed of 4200 rpm and reverses direction fo STRICKLAND, JULIUS CLYDE 61 HOLLEY, DOROTHY 54 24-MAR-1976 16-206 "But how?" I ask. "Where do you place Paul that night?" SPAKES, J.W. 19 HILLMAN, NANCY 18 30-NOV-1957 13-68 SMITH, IRMA 18 DOSS, ALTON 21 04-AUG-1932 8-397 SANDERS, BRENDA 16 SIPES, LARRY GENE 20 28-MAY-1970 15-363 "Oh ho, I was already at Brooks Brothers and-" she starts. "But fifty thousand?" Scott asks suspiciously. I can feel him staring helplessly into me, that he's near total emotional collapse. After he finishes, except for a long silence I have no answer. Finally I counter this by hissing, "What is this continuing inability you have to evaluate this situation rationally?" I pause. "Huh?" He's so drunk by the time dinner is over that I (1) make him pay the check, which comes to two hundred and fifty dollars, (2a) make him admit what a dumb son-of a-bitch he really is, and (3) get him back to my place, where he makes himself another drink - he actually opens a bottle of Acacia I thought I had hidden, with a Mulazoni sterling silver wine opener that Peter Radloff bought me after we completed the Heatherberg deal. In my bathroom I take out the ax I'd stashed in the shower, pop two five-milligram Valium, washing them down with a tumblerful of Plax, and then I move into the foyer, where I put on a cheap raincoat I picked up at Brooks Brothers on Wednesday and move toward Owen, who is bent over near the stereo system in the living room looking through my CD collection - all the lights in the apartment on, the venetian blinds closed. He straightens up and walks slowly backward, sipping from his wineglass, taking in the apartment, until he seats himself in a white aluminum folding chair I bought at th SWEENEY, MARY ANN 25 GREENLEE, BRUCE 37 17-MAR-1967 14-614 In the bedroom she's naked and oiled and sucking my dick and I'm standing over her and then I'm slapping her in the face with it, grabbing her hair with my hand, calling her a "fucking whore bitch," and this turns her on even more and while lamely sucking my cock she starts fingering her clit and when she's asking me "Do you like this?" while licking at the balls, I'm answering "yap, yap" and breathing hard. Her breasts are high and full and firm, both nipples very stiff, and while she's choking on my cock while I'm fucking her mouth roughly with it, I reach down to squeeze them and then while I'm fucking her, after ramming a dildo up her ass and keeping it there with a strap, I'm scratching at her tits, until she warns me to stop. Earlier in the evening I was having dinner with Jeanette at a new Northern Italian restaurant near Central Park on the Upper East Side that was very expensive. Earlier in the evening I was wearing a suit tailored by Edward Sexton and thinking sadly about my family's house in Newpor "But what about vests?" Reeves asks Todd. "Aren't they… out?" SANDERS, CURTIS 21 DYER, NELLIE FAYE 20 05-JAN-1953 12-409 7. I diritti dell'azionista sono esercitati dal Presidente della Regione. After another long silence, I say, "She's… from France." "Oh sorry," Reeves says. "Go ahead." "-and she doesn't have enough yellowtail to finish the B" - Courtney breathes in - "and so I think she's going to spell Tim's initials instead. Do you mind?" she asks, only a bit worried. Courtney is Luis Carruthers' girlfriend. He whistles something, smokes a cigarette. Bilancio di previsione dello Stato per l' anno finanziario 2005 e bilancio pluriennale per il triennio 2005 - 2007 (3224) "Patrick, this is my Christmas party," she says. "Besides, the elves are going to sing 'O Tannenbaum' any minute now." SANDERS, (M) ANNA 52 LAWRENCE, R.D. 65 04-MAY-1942 10-339 I look suspiciously over at Courtney and after she says "Cherimoya" I say "Kiwi" and then Vanden says "Kiwi" also and Stash says quietly, but enunciating each syllable very clearly, "Chocolate chip." ound and licked the come from Lydia's face and then made Lydia suck on the vibrator. The new Stephen Bishop came out last Tuesday and at Tower Records yesterday I bought the compact disc, the cassette and the album because I wanted to own all three formats. SLOAN, MARY 16 BLACKWELL, FERMAN 24 28-DEC-1903 4-253 "It's that dwarf Scott Montgomery," says Price. SPEARS, W.P. 23 WARD, EDNA 19 17-JAN-1915 6-27 "That's it, that's the punch line," Preston says proudly, relieved. SLAUGHTER, CLARA 19 DAVIS, T.G. 21 25-JUL-1925 7-224 Non siamo d'accordo, signor Ministro, non possiamo essere d'accordo con questa analisi. Napoli, oggi, non ha bisogno solo di buoni cittadini, ammaestrati alle logiche della convivenza civile. Ha bisogno di risorse straordinarie da individuare nella prossima finanziaria, ha bisogno di uomini, di forze di polizia realmente coordinate tra loro, ha bisogno di una riorganizzazione capillare del loro impegno, e soprattutto di una progressiva riconquista di quel controllo del territorio che costituisce parte essenziale di qualsiasi progetto strategico. "And at Odeon, no less," Price mutters. BATTISTI (Mar-DL-U). Ringrazio il Ministro anche per la ricostruzione assolutamente fedele, che ci ha fornito ulteriori informazioni rispetto a questi episodi. "She's an idiot. No, she's intelligent. I can't tell. Don't invite her," I say. SMITH, CONRAD W. 23 GREEN, SARAH A. 16 15-DEC-1892 3-190 il Consigliere del Comune di Roma D’Erme, eletto nelle liste di Rifondazione Comunista, è stato già protagonista di reiterati episodi incivili e di violenza nei confronti dei rappresentanti delle istituzioni; SIMMONS, H.W. 21 PHILLIPS, JIMMIE SUE 18 20-JAN-1923 7-66 "You don't have to do any of it," I tell her. "Maybe you're not even invited to do any of it." "Look, guys. Look who just came in." Van Patten whistles. "Oh boy." SHEPHERD, NETTIE 36 HAYS, H. 33 18-AUG-1934 8-628 "That's… why people need each other," she says gently, trying to make eye contact while spooning the not inexpensive sorbet into her mouth. "Why? Do you want her number?" Disegno di legge finanziaria, richiesta di parere ai sensi dell'articolo 126, comma 4, del Regolamento "No, Patrick, seriously. I'm quite terrified," she says. "I'm shaking. Just like a leaf I'm shaking. Ask Mia, my facialist. She said I was tense." "Well, yeah," I say, considerably detached. salvaguardia e valorizzazione della partecipazione azionaria detenuta; "I'm leaving, Daniel," the girl says, near tears. "I can't handle this. I can't handle you. I can't handle them. I warned you at Bice." "Beige tones are also increasingly popular," Libby says. "Oh?" I say, nodding. "Really?" And, for the sake of form, Tim Price resurfaces, or at least I'm pretty sure he does. While I'm at my desk simultaneously crossing out the days in my calendar that have already passed and reading a new best seller about once management called Why It Works to Be a Jerk, Jean buzzes in, announcing that Tim Price wants to talk, and fearfully I say, "Send him… in." Price strolls into the office wearing a wool suit by Canali Milano, a cotton shirt by Ike Behar, a silk tie by Bill Bless, cap-toed leather lace-ups from Brooks Brothers. I'm pretending to be on the phone. He sits down, across from me, on the other side of the Palazzetti glass-top desk. There's a smudge on his forehead or at least that's what I think I see. Aside from that he looks remarkably fit. Our conversation probably resembles something like this but is actually briefer. Free weights and Nautilus equipment relieve stress. My body responds to the workout accordingly. Shirtless, I scrutinize my image in the mirror above the sinks in the locker room at Xclusive. My arm muscles burn; my stomach is as taut as possible, my chest steel, pectorals granite hard, my eyes white as ice. In my locker in the locker room at Xclusive lie three vaginas I recently sliced out of various women I've attacked in the past week. Two are washed off, one isn't. There's a barrette clipped to one of them, a blue ribbon from Hermиs tied around my favorite. I'm shocked when Torri answers, "I had a business acquaintance who said he went there." She shrugs dumbly. "Oh bullshit," we all moan. SMITH, EMBRY LEE 21 SKINNER, EMMA 19 C 03-AUG-1908 5-78 "No," he says again. "I've seen your face somewhere." "Oh, sorry," she says. I close my eyes, three words fall from my mouth, these lips: " 'Kill… All… Yuppies.' " SLEDGE, SIDNEY 20 CORNELIUS, KATIE 19 21-DEC-1893 3-249 "So what? Everyone's not into weight lifting like you," she says, annoyed, looking back at the menu. SEITZ, HARLAN 21 MEARS, (M) CHERYL 19 31-JAN-1965 14-360 "Listen, I don't know what you think you're doing or what you're exactly trying to accomplish or what it is you think you're going to be able to do. I've never been fingerprinted, I have alibis-" STAMPER, HENRY C. 63 DENISON, (M) ESTES 51 12-JAN-1957 13-22 "Hell, we all know McCloy's the Grinch," Petersen bellows drunkenly. "How ya doin', Mr. Grinch?" "Bring us an ashtray for Mr. Kimball, please," I say. STRAHAN, HATTIE 19 PEEK, W.L. 21 18-JUL-1915 6-51 SCOBY, JOHN P. 24 TURNER, RUTH 21 01-JAN-1900 3-582 che il clima di disordini e di illegalità instauratosi da qualche tempo a questa parte è diventato intollerabile e inconcepibile; SAILOR, EDNA 18 THURMAN, VIRGIL 19 10-NOV-1921 6-459 A seguito delle indagini condotte sono state segnalate All'autorità giudiziaria ventisette persone. SMITH, GERTRUDE 17 HARDAWAY, JAMES 23 11-AUG-1919 6-299 SNEED, LEE J. 43 HOBSON, MITTIE 11-SEP-1892 3-179 "Yes, Patrick," she says, exasperated. "Yes", I say, "I am." "Touchy, touchy," she says, motioning to the waiter for more water. "Well…" He stops. "When was the last time you were with Paul Owen?" he asks. I consider this before asking, "Are you sure?" I pause, doubtful. "Were we?" 'They're getting up. That table," I say. "Those guys." STRICKLAND, IDA 26 HUDSON, CHESTER 28 03-FEB-1987 17-200 She says "Excuse me" and, making her way down the hall, looks back at me, once, with a strange expression on her face, before disappearing around the corner. I'm staring into the apartment. A couple in their late twenties stand, conferring with each other, in the middle of the living room. She's wearing a wool jacket, a silk blouse, wool flannel slacks, Armani, vermeil earrings, gloves, holding a bottle of Evian water. He has on a tweed sport jacket, cashmere sweater vest, cotton chambray shirt, tie, Paul Stuart, Agnes B. cotton trench coat draped over arm. Behind them, the apartment looks spotless. New venetian blinds, the cowhide paneling is gone; however, the furniture, the mural, the glass coffee table, Thonet chairs, black leather couch, all seem intact; the large-screen television set has been moved into the living room and it's been turned on, the volume low, a commercial where a stain walks off a jacket and addresses the camera is on now, but it doesn't make me forget what I did to Christie's breasts, STUDDARD, MINNIE BELL 18 COURTNEY, E.O. 19 02-DEC-1917 6-200 "Why am I even bothering with this?" I hear McDermott ask himself, sighing. Governo, trasmissione di documenti After a long while she says, "Yes… Patrick. I hear you." PASCARELLA, TESSITORE, BRUTTI Massimo. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: Preston leans forward before leaving. "Because the last time I fucked a nigger she stole my wallet." quali iniziative si intenda assumere per perseguire la più sollecita conclusione delle indagini e assicurare al più presto alla giustizia i responsabili della morte della giovane Annalisa; "You just haven't been looking," she says, really cool. I'm so hungry now that I'm eating oat bran cereal out of a box. Signor Ministro, lei oggi avrebbe dovuto rispondere nel complesso a queste domande. Cosa facciamo per prosciugare il bacino di coltura della manovalanza camorristica, costituita dai numerosissimi giovani senza lavoro in una città dove la disoccupazione giovanile supera il 50 per cento? Lei dice che non bisogna tradurre la questione in un problema di ordine pubblico e soprattutto non bisogna rovesciare il problema sul prefetto e sul questore: è giustissimo, ma io non ribalto per nulla il problema sul prefetto e sul questore, lo ribalto su di lei e sul suo Governo, poiché il suo Governo ha tagliato i fondi ai programmi contro il degrado sociale che avrebbero potuto contrastare la realtà che alimenta ora la manovalanza camorristica. "Oh Patrick," she sighs. "It's… lovely. I don't know what to say." "How hip," I say tonelessly. SHERWOOD, BOBBY 21 LOONEY, DOROTHY 17 20-DEC-1950 12-110 "If you guys think this is funny," McDermott warns. Scott Montgomery walks over to our booth wearing a double-breasted navy blue blazer with mock-tortoiseshell buttons, a prewashed wrinkled-cotton striped dress shirt with red accent stitching, a red, white and blue fireworks-print silk tie by Hugo Boss and plum washed-wool trousers with a quadruple-pleated front and slashed pockets by Lazo. He's holding a glass of champagne and hands it to the girl he's with - definite model type, thin, okay tits, no ass, high heels - and she's wearing a wool-crepe skirt and a wool and cashmere velour jacket and draped over her arm is a wool and cashmere velour coat, all by Louis Dell'OliO. High-heeled shoes by Susan Bennis Warren Edwards. Sunglasses by Alain Mikli. Pressed-leather bag from Hermиs. The sharper eyes me warily, then growls. Nobody paid much attention SMITH, (M) MARTHA 51 WILLIAMS, A. 45 24-DEC-1889 3-42 STUCKS, CLYDE 30 WEAVER, BERNICE 19 10-APR-1953 12-435 He pauses briefly, then says, "Just some preliminary questions that I need for my own files, okay?" se i Ministri non ritengano che la cessione di ramo d’azienda, così come ipotizzato nell’operazione, rappresenti una unilaterale lettura di un istituto giuridico, la scissione di ramo d’azienda, che in base al dettato della norma civilistica ha finalità ben diverse da quelle pregiudizialmente supposte dalle parti cedenti e dalla cessionaria. Infatti l’art. 2112 del codice civile ha come scopo precipuo - in ossequio alle disposizioni comunitarie - quello di tutelare gli interessi dei soggetti ceduti ponendo una solidale obbligazione del cedente e cessionario. È, quindi, impensabile, ad avviso dell’interrogante, che il legislatore abbia inteso abbassare questa soglia di tutela. Definendo il concetto di ramo d’azienda il legislatore ha precisato il concetto di universitas di beni, strumenti e risorse umane organizzate funzionalmente ed economicamente autonome già da prima della scissione, tali da configurare una preesistente autonoma azienda. Pertanto, ad avviso dell’interrogante, tale unilaterale lettura costit 'That seems.…" Anne starts. ld be drinking .. . tea. Ho ascoltato la censura di alcuni esponenti della sinistra di questi fatti, però stonano - e lei lo ha rimarcato - i commenti di apprezzamento espressi da persone che rivestono incarichi importanti nell’ambito del Comune di Roma e anche nel Parlamento. Sembra, infatti, che un deputato (credo che sia vero, perché non è stato smentito) abbia dichiarato agli organi di informazione quanto segue: "La ridistribuzione di beni a chi non ha mezzi è stata una cosa bellissima, un’azione diretta, moderna ed innovativa. Da ripetere, anche. Magari però organizzandola meglio". "I'm not joking, Patrick." Smiling, she waves to Luis, who is dancing clumsily with Jennifer Morgan. He's wearing a cream-colored wool dinner jacket, wool trousers, a cotton shirt, and a silk glen-plaid cummerbund, all from Hugo Boss, a bow tie from Sales and a pocket square from Paul Stuart. He waves back. I give him thumbs-up. SMITH, EMMA 19 DAVIS, R.T. 20 25-DEC-1877 1-193 PRESIDENTE. Comunica che il Presidente del Consiglio dei ministri ha inviato una lettera in cui informa che il Presidente della Repubblica, con proprio decreto in data odierna, ha accettato le dimissioni rassegnate dall'onorevole dottor Franco Frattini dalla carica di Ministro degli affari esteri, carica per la quale ha nominato l'onorevole dottor Gianfranco Fini, il quale contestualmente cessa dalla carica di Ministro senza portafoglio. Con ulteriore decreto, in pari data, adottato con la medesima procedura e sentito il Consiglio dei ministri, ha attribuito al Ministro degli affari esteri, Gianfranco Fini, le funzioni di Vice Presidente del Consiglio dei ministri. Dà annunzio dell'interpellanza e delle interrogazioni pervenute alla Presidenza (v. Allegato B) e comunica l’ordine del giorno delle sedute del 23 novembre. "Hoo-ray," Price says dryly. "Varda truffle?" STOCKER, FRED 25 RUCKS, WILLIE 18 C 22-MAY-1926 7-278 SPADONI, MARY KATHERINE 18 VARNELL, BILLY JOE 20 27-JAN-1969 15-210 "I hope I'm not being cross-examined here," I manage to say. SMITH, HENRY 24 JENKINS, SOPHIA 18 29-DEC-1898 3-515 d) mantenimento degli attuali livelli occupazionali del Banco di Sicilia, nonché delle attuali aree di attività, escludendo processi di esternalizzazione e/o di vendita di attività e di strutture; "If I'm not eating this tonight, and I'm not, I want some cocaine," I announce. But I haven't interrupted Evelyn - she's unstoppable, a machine - and she continues talking. "First of all he's perfectly decent and nice," Evelyn says in his defense. "Listen, it's late. I'm tired." I fake a yawn. SHELBY, JAMES H. 25 REYNOLDS, ALMAREDIA 20 01-FEB-1958 13-78 "Yes? But what?" She seems prepared to wait for an answer. Without looking at my dick she sobs, "Oh god just get it over with," and falls back down on the bed. To me she looks like a big black ant - a big black ant in an original Christian Lacroix - eating a urinal cake and I almost start laughing, but I also want to keep her at ease. I don't want her to get second thoughts about finishing the urinal cake. But she can't eat any more and with only two bites taken, pretending to be full, she pushes the tainted plate away, and at this moment I start feeling strange. Even though I marveled at her eating that thing, it also makes me sad and suddenly I'm reminded that no matter how satisfying it was to see Evelyn eating something I, and countless others, had pissed on, in the end the displeasure it caused her was at my expense - it's an anticlimax, a futile excuse to put up with her for three hours. My jaw begins to clench, relax, clench, relax, involuntarily. There is music playing somewhere but I can't hear it. Evelyn asks the waiter, hoarsely, if perhaps he could get her some Life Savers from the Korean deli around the block. SLOAN, WILLETTE E. 21 BARNETT, SHAN 22 29-MAR-1913 5-380 "Really?" I smile and lift my lips into a depraved grin. "To die for?" In the early light of a May dawn this is what the living room of my apartment looks like: Over the white marble and granite gas-log fireplace hangs an original David Onica. It's a six-foot-by-four-foot portrait of a naked woman, mostly done in muted grays and olives, sitting on a chaise longue watching MTV, the backdrop a Martian landscape, a gleaming mauve desert scattered with dead, gutted fish, smashed plates rising like a sunburst above the woman's yellow head, and the whole thing is framed in black aluminum steel. The painting overlooks a long white down-filled sofa and a thirty-inch digital TV set from Toshiba; it's a high-contrast highly defined model plus it has a four-corner video stand with a high-tech tube combination from NEC with a picture-in-picture digital effects system (plus freeze-frame); the audio includes built-in MTS and a five-watt-per-channel on-board amp. A Toshiba VCR sits in a glass case beneath the TV set; it's a super-high-band Beta unit and has built-in editing function including SAWYER, CHARLENE 24 HARTLEY, JAMES I. 21 22-NOV-1942 10-413 "You must also remember that one should always buy mineral water in glass bottles. You shouldn't buy it in plastic ones," I say ominously, then wait for one of them to ask me why. "She's here?" I ask. I feel empty, hardly here at all, but even the arrival of the police seems an insufficient reason to move and I stand with the crowd outside the penguin habitat, with dozens of others, taking a long time to slowly blend in and then back away, until finally I'm walking down Fifth Avenue, surprised by how little blood has stained my jacket, and I stop in a bookstore and buy a book and then at a Dove Bar stand on the corner of Fifty-sixth Street, where I buy a Dove Bar - a coconut one - and I imagine a hole, widening in the sun, and for some reason this breaks the tension I started feeling when I first noticed the snowy owl's eyes and then when it recurred after the boy was dragged out of the penguin habitat and I walked away, my hands soaked with blood, uncaught. While getting dressed to meet Jeanette for a new British musical that opened on Broadway last week and then dinner at Progress, the new Malcolm Forbes restaurant on the Upper East Side, I watch a tape of this morning's Patty Winters Show, which is split into two parts. The first section is a feature on the lead singer of the rock band Guns n' Roses, Axl Rose, whom Patty quoted as telling an interviewer, "When I get stressed I get violent and take it out on myself. I've pulled razor blades on myself but then realized that having a scar is more detrimental than not having a stereo… I'd rather kick my stereo in than go punch somebody in the face. When I get mad or upset or emotional, sometimes I'll walk over and play my piano." Part two consists of Patty reading letters that Ted Bundy, the mass murderer, had written to his fiancйe during one of his many trials. " 'Dear Carole,' " she reads, while an unfairly bloated head shot of Bundy, just weeks away from execution, Hashes across the screen, " 'please do SHARP, OLIVER 54 CONNER, MARGINE 26 07-FEB-1942 10-312 "And he was exceptionally dangerous," I say. …where people from the Lotus Blossom are now standing, staring dumbly at the wreckage, no one helping the cop as the two men lie struggling on the sidewalk, the cop wheezing from exertion on top of Patrick, trying to wrestle the magnum from his grasp, but Patrick feels infected, like gasoline is coursing through his veins instead of blood, it gets windier, the temperature drops, it starts raining, but softly they roll into the street, Patrick keeps thinking there should be music, he forces a demonic leer, his heart thumping, and manages quite easily to bring the gun up to the cop's face, two pairs of hands holding it but Patrick's finger pulls the trigger, the bullet blowing a crease in the top of the officer's skull yet failing to kill him, but lowering his aim with the aid of the loosening grip of the officer's fingers Patrick shoots him in the face, the bullet's exit casting a lingering pinkish mist while some of the people on the sidewalk scream, do nothing, hide, run back into the restaurant, as the cop "Possibility, possibility," I murmur, mulling it over. "Trump eats there." SIMMONS, J. 21 ROBINSON, (Ms) L.G. 20 03-SEP-1922 7-77 All of the men outside Tunnel tonight are for some reason wearing tuxedos, except for a middle-aged homeless bum who sits by a Dumpster, only a few feet away from the ropes, holding out to anyone who pays attention a Styrofoam coffee cup, begging for change, and as Price leads us around the crowd up to the ropes, motioning to one of the doormen, Van Patten waves a crisp one-dollar bill in front of the homeless bum's face, which momentarily lights up, then Van Patten pockets it as we're whisked into the club, handed a dozen drink tickets and two VIP Basement passes. Once inside we're vaguely hassled by two more doormen - long wool coats, ponytails, probably German - who demand to know why we're not wearing tuxedos. Price handles this all suavely, somehow, either by tipping the dorks or by persuading them with his clout (probably the former). I stay uninvolved and with my back to him try to listen as McDermott complains to Van Patten about how crazy I am for putting down the pizzas made at Pastels, but it's har SHIPP, FRANCES 26 DONIFAN, MOSE 49 11-NOV-1893 3-239 We walk in and I lay out sixty dollars; not a single drink ticket. The club is predictably dark except for the flashing strobe lights, and even with them, all I can really see is dry ice pumping out of a fog machine and one hardbody dancing to INXS's "New Sensation," which blasts out of speakers at a pitch that vibrates the body. I tell Evelyn to go to the bar and get us two glasses of champagne. "Oh of course," she shouts back, heading tentatively toward one thin white strip of neon, the only light illuminating what might be a place where alcohol is served. In the meantime I score a gram from someone who looks like Mike Donaldson, and after debating for ten minutes while checking out this hardbody whether I should ditch Evelyn or not, she comes up with two flutes half full of champagne, indignant, sad-faced. "It's Korbel," she shouts. "Let's leave." I shake my head negative and shout back, "Let's go to the rest rooms." She follows. "That's the Trump Plaza," I note absently, while finally opening the Perrier bottle. "What did Brucie baby have to say?" McDermott asks, chewing on ice. Finally Price loses his cool. "Listen. We need drugs," I think I hear him shout. SIMS, ROLAND 22 WHITE, SIBLE 16 22-NOV-1947 11-427 "Who, Patrick?" she asks, then, squinting, "Wasn't he at my Christmas party?" "I can t," she says. "The air-conditioning in my office is broken but I can't. I'd like to but I can't." SCHOFIELD, KATHRYN V. 43 FRANKS, H.W. (BILL) 40 18-JAN-1986 17-125 Back upstairs I find Patricia where I left her, alone at the bar, nursing a Perrier. SMITH, RICHARD 28 RIDEOUT, DELLA 18 23-JUL-1911 5-256 "What?" I say. "She does." STAFFORD, JULIA 16 LIVINGSTON, DAVE 18 10-JUN-1895 3-321 "It's like haiku, you know?" I say. "Read it. Go on." SMITH, JOHN 22 DAVIS, JANE 23 07-MAY-1899 3-544 "Well, actually only with pregnant homeless women," I admit. SYLVESTER, DAVID C. 68 CUNNINGHAM, MARY 28 15-JUN-1984L 17-46 The band is playing better than it last did and the Tower of Power horns give the record a more open, warmer sound. The album hits its peak with the back-to-back one-two punch of "Workin' for a Livin' " and "Do You Believe in Love," which is the best song on the album and is essentially about the singer asking a girl he's met while "looking for someone to meet" if she "believes in love." The fact that the song never resolves the question (we never find out what the girl says) gives it an added complexity that wasn't apparent on the group's debut. Also on "Do You Believe in Love" is a terrific sax solo by Johnny Colla (the guy gives Clarence Clemons a run for his money), who, like Chris Hayes on lead guitar and Sean Hopper on keyboards, has by now become an invaluable asset to the band (the sax solo on the ballad "Is It Me?" is even stronger). Huey's voice sounds more searching, less raspy, yet plaintive, especially on "The Only One," which is a touching song about what happens to our mentors and where they en "Jesus," McDermott sighs. "You don't come here for the food anyway." SARGENT, MATHEWS 21 WARREN, SUSIE 18 C 23-FEB-1925 7-196 SPEARS, PAULINE 24 McCULLOUGH, VIRGIL G. 28 21-NOV-1942 10-416 StJOHN, SIMONE 21 BLACK, JOHNNY A. 21 05-AUG-1961 13-427 "Yeah. I think so," he says, but his hand shakes as it reaches for more of the corn bread. "Should you invite Evelyn?" McDermott asks. "Is this what you want to know?" "Listen. I'm frazzled. I just got back from Washington. I took the Trump shuttle this morning," I tell her, unable to make eye contact, all in a rush. "It was delightful. The service - really fabulous. I need a drink." reness of the world we all live in. She sings and we believe it. This is quite a change from the softer, little-girl-lost image that was so appealing on the first album. "Call her over anyway," Van Patten insists. "Ask her for water or a Corona or something." SELBY, MARY B. 21 WOODS, HARRY B. 24 18-MAY-1967 15-5 "Wait, my call waiting," I say. "Hold on." SPARKS, NANNIE 18 OLDNER, L.C. 25 12-MAR-1916 6-90 Hamlin. "Martini." "Oh god, Timothy. Can't handle Absolut?" Evelyn asks and then contemplatively to Courtney, "The California roll should circle the rim of the plate, no?" It takes her a little while but finally, frightened, she guesses, "Just… say… no?" SCOTT, ELWYN LARON 23 REYNOLDS, MARTHA 18 26-MAR-1965 14-381 "You are crying now and though it sounds clearer to me I still cannot hear a word you're saying." I try to grab the pillow off her head. "Now speak up!" I pause, then watch her place the card on the tray the check came on. Violent convulsions seem close at hand if I do not get up. "The women's movement. Wow." I smile, unimpressed. Scott sighs, then smiles, beaming really. "Good." (4-07727) "Okay," Evelyn says. "Courtney? Would you like to help?" Presidenza del presidente PERA SHELBY, SYBLE 18 ROBERTS, WILBERT 25 25-JAN-1949 11-557 "Well, this is… very interesting. I can accept this." I reach into my back pocket for my gazelleskin wallet and press a twenty into the maоtre d's uncertain fist. He looks at the bill, confused, then murmurs "Thank you" and walks away as if in a daze. SAWYER, LESTER 18 POPLAR, F.R. 23 02-JAN-1896 3-364 "Why helicopter in?" I asked in a whisper. "It's hip," I assure her. "It's totally hip." I am absorbing what you are saying to me, I'm thinking. I notice her lack of carnality and for the first time it taunts me. Before, it was what attracted me to Evelyn. Now its absence upsets me, seems sinister, fills me with a nameless dread. At our last session - yesterday, in fact - the psychiatrist I've been seeing for the past two months asked, "What method of contraception do you and Evelyn use?" and I sighed before answering, my eyes fixed out the window on a skyscraper, then at the painting above the Turchin glass coffee table, a giant visual reproduction of a graphic equalizer by another artist, not Onica. "Her job." When he asked about her preferred sexual act, I told him, completely serious, "Foreclosure." Dimly aware that if it weren't for the people in the restaurant I would take the jade chopsticks sitting on the table and push them deep into Evelyn's eyes and snap them in two, I nod, pretending to listen, but I've already phased out and I don't do the chopsticks thing. Instead I order a bottle o I have to stop moving as I near the table, following the maоtre d' (this is all happening in slow motion). She isn't facing me and I can only catch the back of her neck, her brown hair pinned up into a bun, and when she turns to gaze out the window I see only part of her profile, briefly; she looks just like a model. Bethany's wearing a silk gazar blouse and a sills satin start with crinoline. A Paloma Picasso hunter green suede and wrought-iron handbag sits in front of her on the table, next to a bottle of San Pellegrino water. She checks her watch. The couple next to our table is smoking and after I lean in behind Bethany, surprising her, kissing her cheek, I coolly ask the maоtre d' to reseat us in the nonsmoking section. I'm suave but loud enough for the nicotine addicts to hear me and hopefully feel a slight twinge of embarrassment about their filthy habit. Risulta poi (lo hanno riportato anche i giornali) che la polizia, all’inizio di queste azioni, fosse presente, abbia visto entrare questi facinorosi al supermercato Panorama e non abbia fatto niente, in attesa che arrivassero corpi specializzati, per bloccare questi signori all’interno del supermercato stesso. STUDDARD, HAROLD 21 HOSMAN, NAN 19 21-JUL-1962 14-5 fra le 68 persone identificate ci sono anche alcuni dei leader del movimento dei disobbedienti e dei centri sociali, tra i quali D’Erme, Lutrario, Davossa e Casarini; "Patrick?" Evelyn asks. SPARKS, LOULA 19 ALDRIDGE, LOUIS 27 13-JUL-1901 4-79 Sessanta attivisti del movimento dei "disobbedienti" e del C.S.O. "Pedro" sono entrati alla spicciolata all'interno del supermercato "Eurospar" e, dopo aver prelevato della mercé dagli scaffali, presentatisi alle casse hanno chiesto che venisse praticato uno sconto del 15 per cento sugli acquisti di tutti i clienti presenti. SANDERS, JUDITH ANN 17 THOMPSON, BOBBY LEE 21 19-JUL-1959 13-199 STUBBLEFIELD, JESSIE 27 HESTER, IDA 23 25-JAN-1919 6-260 SADLER, WILLIAM GUY 23 CARMICAL, RUTH WYNN 21 16-JUN-1951 12-174 SWETT, GEORGE WESLEY 49 BOGGS, (M) NELLIE 47 18-JAN-1972 15-518 Girls "You know, Evelyn, there were a lot of other Xmas parties in this metropolis that I could have attended tonight yet I chose yours. Why? you might ask. Why? I asked myself. I didn't come up with a feasible answer, yet I'm here, so be, you know, grateful, babe," I say. I crane my neck to look, then turn back to Harold. "No," I say. "Carnes? Wait." "How was the party?" she asks. "Weren't you and Robert friends?" "How do you know that?" "What name are they under?" I ask, not laughing, my voice rising. "Nah, that's not it," he says grimly. STEPHENS, J.D. 22 MOSLEY, HELEN 18 09-JUN-1934 8-610 ain, even though I think it would be in Nell's best interest if a nonsmoking section was initiated. Two of them are wearing Giorgio Armani sunglasses. Libby has jet lag. Of the three, Daisy is the only one I even remotely want to fuck. Earlier in the day after a meeting with my lawyer about some bogus rape charges, I had an anxiety attack in Dean & Deluca which I worked off at Xclusive. Then I met the models for drinks at the Trump Plaza. This was followed by a French movie that I completely did not understand, but it was fairly chic anyway, then dinner at a sushi restaurant called Vivids near Lincoln Center and a party at one of the models' ex-boyfriend's loft in Chelsea, where bad, fruity sangria was served. Last night I had dreams that were lit like pornography and in them I fucked girls made of cardboard. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Aerobic Exercise. "Yes," I reiterate, looking up at the guard. "No," she says. "I don't." "What about breakfast?" I suggest. "Hubert's? Oh really?" the girl asks, impressed. "It moved uptown, right?" McDermott rolls his eyes up. "This is a Vassar girl. She's not from Queens." SMITH, JOHN 21 BROUGHTON, MAUDE 18 C 22-FEB-1903 4-191 Amministrazioni locali, intellettuali collettivi ed individuali, università; la mia città, la nostra Regione, ha tanti intellettuali collettivi, innanzitutto le università, l’Istituto universitario orientale, l’Istituto di studi filosofici, l’Istituto Suor Orsola Benincasa, il CNR e tanti altri, organizzazioni sindacali e di categoria, ordini professionali prestigiosi, una forte presenza nel sociale delle chiese, e non solo di quella cattolica, tutti impegnati nella cultura della legalità. Ma tutti - e dico tutti - debbono fare di più. SESSON, MARY A. 44 CUPIT, AUTHOR E. 44 14-JAN-1948 11-450 "Pizza. Let's order a pizza," McDermott says. "Doesn't anyone want to split a pizza? Red snapper? Mmmmm. Bateman wants that," he says, rubbing his hands eagerly together. She shrugs and offhandedly admits. "He used to do a lot of cocaine. He used to beat me up." dopo molti mesi di promesse i responsabili del Ministero, investiti del problema, non hanno ancora permesso a Radio BBS Popolare Network di riprendere le proprie trasmissioni; SAELER, HORACE 21 St JOHN, KATHLEEN 18 10-OCT-1923 7-105 "And don't try calling me," she screams, opening the door. "My answering machine is on tonight and I'm screening all calls!" "Is what a what?" I moan. "How have you been?" Owen asks. SMITH, DEBORAH KAY 19 JOHNSTON, RONALD 19 24-OCT-1968 15-180 "Well, let's do it." He smiles. "Where did you go?" Vanden sighs after it finally becomes clear to her that no one is interested in Camden. Se mi consente, con quella chiarezza cui lei stesso si è ispirato, a mio giudizio, è mancata una forte azione di coordinamento tra le forze dell’ordine; è mancato un effettivo collegamento tra queste e la magistratura, a sua volta, malamente impostato in base al convincimento che a Napoli non esiste nulla di legale, nulla di pulito, nulla di onesto, il che per fortuna non è perché - vivaddio - lo smentisce la grande tradizione civile e la straordinaria vitalità di questa città, straordinaria in tutti i sensi. SPEARS, CHARLEY E. 19 HEIRD, ALMARIE 18 08-JUN-1949 11-595 "From all what?" she asks, then her eyes narrow. "You didn't like the Waldorf salad, did you?" SCHLESIER, (M) TOMMIE 37 STOVER, WILLIE 33 28-MAR-1965 14-379 "What?" I ask. "I'm confused." Io vorrei dire anche specificamente a coloro che pensano che entrare in un supermercato, appropriarsi di beni, schiaffeggiare, umiliandolo, un lavoratore sia una cosa che possa avere un significato politico, e magari un significato politico rivoluzionario, che invece, al contrario, questo è il massimo di subalternità ad un vizio antico delle classi dirigenti italiane, che questi giovanotti ripetono e assumono passivamente, che è quello dell'illegalismo, che è un aspetto proprio della parte più irresponsabile delle classi dirigenti di questo Paese. "Oh…" She looks me over, disapprovingly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Drugs, Patrick? What kind of, ahem, drugs are we talking about?" SAWYER, J.W. 21 COX, LESSIE 18 09-JAN-1902 4-115 I give him a dignified expression before sighing inside. "Reservations at nine…" I gulp. "For two." C.5310-BIS approvato dalla Camera dei Deputati; SHEPHERD, SAMSON GERALD 28 BUCKHANAN, DIASY ANNE 24 20-JUN-1985 17-94 .'Where are we eating?" I ask, my patience at an all-time low. "We need to make a reservation. I'm not standing at some fucking bar." "A friend of mine," I say, teeth gritted. STUBBLEFIELD, JOHN L. 55 EUBANKS, (M) BERTHA 42 C 10-DEC-1933 8-544 "How are you?" Owen shouts. SHELTON, (Ms) M.T. 19 ANDERSON, J.P. 23 22-APR-1877 1-148 "You're making me feel weird," Elizabeth moans, losing control of her facial features. "What?" I ask, trying to pay attention to her. "Jean?" "Love Is a Contact Sport" is the album's real surprise - a big-sounding, bold, sexy number that, in terms of production, is the album's centerpiece, and it has great lyrics along with a good beat. It's one of my favorites. On "You're Still My Man" you can hear how clearly Whitney's voice is like an instrument - a flawless, warm machine that almost overpowers the sentiment of her music, but the lyrics and the melodies are too distinctive, too strong to let any singer, even one of Whitney's caliber, overshadow them. "For the Love of You" shows off Narada's brilliant drum programming capabilities and its jazzy modern feel harks back not only to purveyors of modern jazz like Michael Jackson and Sade but also to other artists, like Miles Davis, Paul Butterfield and Bobby McFerrin. "If I don't see you before Thanksgiving…" She stops, confused. "Have a nice one?" "Because I just talked to Cindy," she says. SMITH, HERBERT L. 57 HINES, (M) AVA McGEHEE 56 15-NOV-1952 12-384 quante unità delle forze di polizia nella città di Napoli siano impegnate in attività operative sul territorio e quante in attività di tipo burocratico, e con quali turni di lavoro; "Well, let's just say…" I sip my drink, suddenly confused: say… say what? "Nothing." "You think my hair looks okay?" I'm still standing there, in just my Calvin Klein jockey shorts, hard-on bulging, and a fifty-dollar pair of Armani socks. The driver just stares, an unlit cigar clenched in his mouth, first at my outstretched hand; then at my face, then at the top of my head. "He… had to take a piss," I say. "You think that's a good enough reason," McDermott says. "I do not." SMITH, EMMA LEE 26 McCAMEY, JAMES 26 17-FEB-1920 6-346 Kimball smiles. "So was I." "Maybe we should go to M.K. The Texan would probably like to go to M.K.," Craig says. STROUD, D. 22 NEECE, FANNIE 27 12-SEP-1909 5-145 "Get out," he spits. "Get the fuck out of the car." Pur conoscendo il valore piuttosto relativo che hanno i dati statistici in materia di sicurezza, ricordo che dall'inizio del 2003 fino allo scorso ottobre sono stati catturati 67 latitanti e sono state denunciato all'autorità giudiziaria 1.542 persone per associazione di tipo mafioso e associazione finalizzata al traffico di sostanze stupefacenti. Ricordo, infine, che nel periodo gennaio-ottobre 2004 sono state disarticolate 19 associazioni per delinquere di stampo mafioso e di criminalità comune. Interrogazioni, integrazione dei Ministri competenti In secondo luogo, a Napoli servono interventi strutturali, che realizzino un sistema integrato tra le sue parti (ho trovato alcuni elementi nella sua esposizione). Ecco perché ritengo che oggi le forze politiche non dovrebbero e non devono dividersi. Ciò, naturalmente, non implica l’abbandono delle proprie idee e neppure, se lo si ritiene utile e divertente, la ricerca dei responsabili, anche se da storico mi si consenta di dire che tale ricerca, se effettuata con serietà, riserverebbe sorprese in tutte le direzioni. "Shop for familiar labels from retailers you know and take those fucking antlers off your head, Rhinebeck. You look like a retard. Excuse me." I walk off but not before Humphrey reaches up and feels the headpiece. "Oh my god." "Buy the man a drink," McDermott says, obviously impressed. "Why not?" she asks, pputing. "He's handling the Fisher account," someone says. d to hear anything with Belinda Carlisle's version of "I Feel Free" blasting over the sound system. I have a knife with a serrated blade in the pocket of my Valentino jacket and I'm tempted to gut McDermott with it right here in the entranceway, maybe slice his face open, sever his spine; but Price finally waves us in and the temptation to kill McDermott is replaced by this strange anticipation to have a good time, drink some champagne, flirt with a hardbody, find some blow, maybe even dance to some oldies or that new Janet Jackson song I like. I think about this while putting on my Armani jacket and while reknotting my Armani silk tie, and without stammering I tell her, "They… know me." StJOHN, ADDIE 25 STEWART, H.M. 28 27-DEC-1903 4-256 Christie shakes her head no. It's almost three in the morning. I'm grinding up a tab of Ecstasy and watching it dissolve in the wineglass I plan to hand Elizabeth. This morning's topic on The Patty Winters Show was People Who Weigh Over Seven Hundred Pounds - What Can We Do About Them? I switch on the kitchen lights, find two more tabs of the drug in the freezer, then shut the lights off. n the West Village the siren from an ambulance screams, the wind picks it up, it echoes then fades. "Why? Is it?" she asks, frowning. "Was it? Then?" "Yes sir," she says in a joky tone and then turns to leave. SAELER, GEORGIA 30 CALLEY, KENNETH 29 08-DEC-1967 15-73 I look up, smile, don't say anything. From somewhere - the TV? - the national anthem plays. Why? I don't know. Before a commercial, maybe. Tomorrow, on The Patty Winters Show, Doormen from Nell's: Where Are They Now? I sigh, shrug, whatever. "Are you sure? It looked a helluva lot like him," he says but he's not really listening; he blatantly stares at the hardbody waitress, at exposed cleavage as she leans down to get a firmer grip on the bottle's cork. Sin qui, dunque, soddisfazione per quello che ella ha detto ma quando, signor Ministro, ella ci raffigura una situazione nella quale - finalmente siamo in grado di leggere e valutare qualche numero - gli omicidi sono aumentati del 61,5 per cento - mi domando poi come sia costruita la rilevazione poiché il 2004 non è ancora terminato - le rapine del 2,4 per cento e le estorsioni del 48,5 per cento, tale situazione si può definire drammatica. "It's Aiwa," Scott's saying. "You've got to hear it. The sound" - he pauses, closes his eyes in ecstasy, chewing on corn bread - "is fantastic." che i recenti fatti delittuosi accaduti a Napoli e nell’hinterland, aggressioni, rapine, delitti e una recrudescenza terrificante della microdelinquenza con spietati episodi, sono il chiaro inequivocabile segnale rosso dell’emergenza criminalità nella regione Campania; I pause, staring at her flat, well-defined stomach. Her torso is completely tan and muscular. So is mine. "Because she said she was hungry." SMITH, HAROLD E. 21 MATHESON, SHARON K. 17 03-FEB-1971 15-430 SHIELDS, SHERRY 19 SHANNON, LEON 24 01-JAN-1972 15-509 SMITH, (Ms) E.C. 15 GOSSIEN, J.D. 25 26-JUN-1881 1-473 SANDELIN, LENNIE 21 MURPHEY, B.A. 38 03-APR-1905 4-348 "…and I don't remember who it was you were talking to… it doesn't matter. What does is that you were very forceful, yet… very sweet and, I guess, I knew then that…" She places her spoon down, but I'm not watching her. I'm looking out at the taxis moving up Broadway, yet they can't stop things from unraveling, because Jean says the following: "A lot of people seem to have…" She stops, continues hesitantly, "lost touch with life and I don't want to be among them." After the waiter clears her dish, she adds, "I don't want to get… bruised." "What in the hell are you going to do?" My voice wavers. I'm still thinking about Van Patten's card. "Call up HBO?" A seguito delle indagini condotte sono state segnalate all'autorità giudiziaria trentaquattro persone. "Maybe we can get some drugs." a) sottoporre alla preventiva approvazione del tavolo paritetico Regione-Banca di Roma le modifiche riguardanti l'oggetto della Convenzione e delle correlate garanzie; Courtney Lawrence invites me out to dinner on Monday night and the invitation seems vaguely sexual so I accept, but part of the catch is that we have to endure dinner with two Camden graduates, Scott and Anne Smiley, at a new restaurant they chose on Columbus called Deck Chairs, a place I had my secretary research so thoroughly that she presented me with three alternative menus of what I should order before I left the office today. The things that Courtney told me about Scott and Anne - he works at an advertising agency, she opens restaurants with her father's money, most recently 1968 on the Upper East Side - on the interminable cab ride uptown was only slightly less interesting than hearing about Courtney's day: facial at Elizabeth Arden, buying kitchen utensils at the Pottery Barn (all of this, by the way, on lithium) before coming down to Harry's where we had drinks with Charles Murphy and Rusty Webster, and where Courtney forgot the bag of Pottery Barn utensils she'd put underneath our table. The only de SEYMORE, J.E. 46 KITE, CORRIE 26 14-NOV-1915 6-65 STRINGFELLOW, LUCY 20 WRAY, GENERAL 41 15-JUN-1919 6-289 "You're telling me about getting laid?" Price asks Craig. "You, who scored with a hand job the other night?" "Get this," McDermott says. "Hampden-Sydney." The bum nods again and looks away, shamefully, his nose running, and after clearing his throat says quietly, "I'm so hungry." SAWYER, (M) MARTHA JEAN 24 WILLIAMS, DANNY LEE 26 27-SEP-1974 16-101 "I think… I want to know what happened." I feel sick, my chest and back covered with sweat, drenched, it seems, instantaneously. "I insist," George says. "Yeah. Sure you do," I say good-naturedly. "She's in those Diet Coke commercials. You know the ones." Evelyn is placing strips of pale orange ginger delicately in a pile next to a small porcelain dish filled with soy sauce. "No, it's not okay. Now Patrick, could you be a dear and get the Kirin out of the refrigerator?" Then, seemingly harassed by the ginger, she throws the clump down on the platter. "Oh forget it. I'll do it." SCALERA (Mar-DL-U). Sul tema della sicurezza si registra uno dei maggiori fallimenti del Governo, a dimostrazione dell'insufficienza degli slogan a fornire assicurazioni ai cittadini. Alla drammatica recrudescenza della criminalità nella città di Napoli occorre dare risposte concrete e non richiamare soltanto la necessità di ricostruire la coscienza civica, come affermato dal Ministro. Decisiva appare pertanto la destinazione di risorse straordinarie da individuare nella prossima legge finanziaria volte in primo luogo al potenziamento degli organici di polizia, alla dotazione di strumenti moderni sul piano delle informazioni, alla collaborazione fra le diverse Forze di polizia, ad assicurare la piena funzionalità dei tribunali e delle procure. SPARKS, (M) SUSIE 35 NEIL, W.W. 48 09-NOV-1908 5-95 Voglio concludere con due punti. Sono convinto che a Napoli non servano - e in questo concordo con lei - misure straordinarie, perché sono state sperimentate ed abbiamo constatato la loro assoluta inutilità. Personalmente, sono stato un critico anche dell’operazione Alto impatto e lo dichiaro. Dirò di più, provvedimenti di quel genere aggraverebbero una deficienza antica della città: Napoli è sempre stata la città dello straordinario, che non sa adattarsi all’ordinario. Da qui, uno schizofrenico ciclo di esaltazioni e cadute, di entusiasmi e scoramenti. The three of us, Todd Hamlin and George Reeves and myself, are sitting in Harry's and it's a little after six. Hamlin is wearing a suit by Lubiam, a great-looking striped spread-collar cotton shirt from Burberry, a silk tie by Resikeio and a belt from Ralph Lauren. Reeves is wearing a six-button double-breasted suit by Christian Dior, a cotton shirt, a patterned silk tie by Claiborne, perforated cap-toe leather lace-ups by Allen-Edmonds, a cotton handkerchief in his pocket, probably from Brooks Brothers; sunglasses by Lafont Paris lie on a napkin by his drink and a fairly nice attachй case from T. Anthony rests on an empty chair by our table. I'm wearing a two-button single-breasted chalk-striped wool-flannel suit, a multicolored candy-striped cotton shirt and a silk pocket square, all by Patrick Aubert, a polka-dot silk tie by Bill Blass and clear prescription eyeglasses with frames by Lafont Paris. One of our CD Walkman headsets lies in the middle of the table surrounded by drinks and a calculator. Re I stare at the sheets for a long time before stammering, "Well, I mean, um, it's really… Bosco. You know, like…" I pause. "Like a Dove Bar. It's a Dove Bar… Hershey's Syrup?" Se tutto ciò è vero - e personalmente credo proprio che lo sia - ogni polemica va ben calibrata, ogni critica va ben mirata e mossa sempre con spirito costruttivo. Venerdì scorso ho incontrato il procuratore Lepore e ho motivo di credere che a Napoli la collaborazione tra magistrati d’accusa e Forze di polizia si farà sempre più stretta e feconda. for Bruce Taylor "I have read this article I've Xeroxed," Van Patten says, "and it says our chances of catching that are like zero zero zero zero point half a decimal percentage or something, and this no matter what kind of scumbag, slutbucket, horndog chick we end up boffing." "You'll look like you consciously worked for this look," I say, then, suddenly upset, turn back to McDermott. "Featherhead? How in the hell did you get Featherhead from Leatherface?" Evelyn and I are by far the best-dressed couple. I'm wearing a lamb's wool topcoat, a wool jacket with wool flannel trousers, a cotton shirt, a cashmere V-neck sweater and a silk tie, all from Armani. Evelyn's wearing a cotton blouse by Dolce do Gabbana, suede shoes by Yves Saint Laurent, a stenciled calf skirt by Adrienne Landau with a suede belt by Jill Stuart, Calvin Klein tights, Venetian-glass earrings by Frances Patiky Stein, and clasped in her hand is a single white rose that I bought at a Korean deli before Carruthers' limousine picked me up. Carruthers is wearing a lamb's wool sport coat, a cashmere/vicuсa cardigan sweater, cavalry twill trousers, a cotton shirt and a silk tie, all from Hermиs. ("How tacky," Evelyn whispered to me; I silently agreed.) Courtney is wearing a triple-layered silk organdy top and a long velvet skirt with a fishtail hem, velvet-ribbon and enamel earrings by Josй and Maria Barrera, gloves by Portolano and shoes from Gucci. Paul and Ashley are, I think, a b "Listen, I'm leaving," I say, finishing the champagne. "Why don't you go dance with the… receptacle tip?" STONE, ELLA 19 COPE, J.B. 24 21-NOV-1895 3-342 "But Noj is the chef at Deck Chairs," she says, as I'm pushing her out of the limousine. "Noj isn't a drug dealer. He's a chef!" While holding I move into the kitchen, over to the refrigerator, and take out a bottle of Perrier. I'm looking for a glass when I hear a click. SITES, DEBORAH JEAN 36 WRIGHT, JAMES R. 44 06-NOV-1987 17-256 Timothy ignores him and irritably continues. "I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs. Maybe the ODM III or ORC II dynamic tuning systems?" His voice softens here. "Either one. Hip my friend, very hip." SMITH, RELIA 21 PHILLIPS, EMMETT 25 04-JAN-1921 6-422 "Has Van Patten stopped working out?" I ask. "He looks puffy." "Champagne," I repeat, to the waitress. "With, uh-huh, peach schnapps. Catch that?" "Well," she says, "I mean what's really the difference between something like spring water and natural water, for instance, or, I mean, is there one?" "Yes" I say. "Really." "I love you," he miserably wails. "I love you." FORMISANO. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: Signor Ministro, come può vedere - e mi associo a chi mi ha preceduto - è una situazione extra ordinem, e rispetto ad una situazione straordinaria c’è necessità di dare risposte straordinarie, ed è ovvio che queste ultime non possano essere unidirezionali. Le risposte devono essere fornite su diversi livelli, i più disparati. I walk into the bedroom and start undressing. SWAYZE, G.E. 45 BELL, MAUDY 42 10-DEC-1893 3-246 "And another thing," I yell, pacing. "It's not Carrick Anderson either. The suit is by Armani! Giorgio Armani." I pause spitefully and, leaning into her, sneer, "And you thought it was Henry Stuart. Jesus." I slap her hard across the face and hiss the words "Dumb bitch," spraying her face with spit, but it's covered with so much Mace that she probably can't even feel it, so I Mace her again and then I try to fuck her in the mouth once more but I can't come so I stop. "Price! Come back!" I yell but the crowd is actually applauding his performance. "Price!" I yell once more, over the clapping. But he's gone and it's doubtful that if he did hear me he would do anything about it. Madison is standing nearby and sticks his hand out as if to congratulate me for something. "That guy's a riot." "No. Carruthers." She keeps pointing at the sleeves on the Soprani jacket and when she turns to the two sheets behind her, the yipping voice rises another octave. "Party pooper." Evelyn giggles, then takes a sharp breath. "But you smell nice. What are you wearing - Obsession? You party pooper, is it Obsession?" "Just get her out of there." Price is seething. "She's doped up watching MTV and I want to watch the goddamn MacNeil/Lehrer report." SAELER, KENYA LEA 20 CHATHAM, ROBERT GLENN 20 16-DEC-1989 17-383 he tip of the saxophone still in his mouth, I pause too, then nod for him to go on, and, tentatively, he does, then I raise the gun to his face and in midnote pull the trigger, but the silencer doesn't work and in the same instant a huge crimson ring appears behind his head the booming sound of the gunshot deafens me, stunned, his eyes still alive, he falls to his knees, then onto his saxophone, I pop the clip and replace it with a full one, then something bad happens… '"This city sucks," I mutter, handing the money over. SPEARS, JAMES R. 67 QUINN, PEGGY SUE 53 19-DEC-1987 17-264 SANSANE, ALICE 18 RAWLS, G.W. 30 12-AUG-1894 3-280 "No, Patrick," she says. "The other Robert Hall." "By the time I stop at my automated teller, I can be there by ten-fifteen," Van Patter says slowly, counting the minutes. SISSON, KENNETH D. 29 TIDWELL, SUSAN LEE 25 31-DEC-1992 17-595 STEWART, RICKY JOE 21 WILKERSON, LINDA 16 13-AUG-1971 15-476 SMITH, BENJAMIN 37 WARE, DOLISIE 22 C 22-JUL-1952 12-345 "Silian Rail?" McDermott asks. SANDERS, SUSAN ELAINE 21 KING, RANDALL JOE 22 17-MAY-1985 17-89 Vanden looks down, then meekly says, "Oh." "Gregory's graduating from Saint Paul soon and will be attending Columbia in September," Evelyn is saying, carefully blowing on her pudding, which, by the way, is served cold. "And I've got to get him a graduation present and I'm at a total loss. Suggestions, hon?" …nodding toward Gus, our night watchman, signing in, heading up in the elevator, higher, toward the darkness of his floor, calm is eventually restored, safe in the anonymity of my new office, able with shaking hands to pick up the cordless phone, looking through my Rolodex, exhausted, eyes falling upon Harold Carnes' number, dialing the seven digits slowly, breathing deeply, evenly, I decide to make public what has been, until now, my private dementia, but Harold isn't in, business, London, I leave a message, admitting everything, leaving nothing out, thirty, forty, a hundred murders, and while I'm on the phone with Harold's machine a helicopter with a searchlight appears, flying low over the river, lightning cracks the sky open in jagged bolts behind it, heading toward the building I was last at, descending to land on the building's roof across from this one, the bottom of the building surrounded already by police cars, two ambulances, and a SWAT team leaps out of the helicopter, a half-dozen armed men disap "Read my lips," I say, turning back to the mirror. "You look marvelous." SPEAKS, DOVIE 17 MOODY, N.B. 19 15-JUN-1902 4-140 SLAUGHTER, ERMA LEE 16 McELROY, RUEY 22 05-JUL-1947 11-386 Van Patten laughs and still in motion they give each other high-five. "Listen," I say when McDermott gets back on the line. "I don't want to see Luis or Courtney so, you know, dissuade them or something. Use your charm. Be charming." SIMS, SHIRLEY 16 SAELER, CLIFTON 21 09-MAY-1964 14-289 SAMPLES, BOBBY G. 20 HENDERSON, BETTY RAY 18 05-NOV-1955 12-602 SMITH, A.W. 46 JONES, RUTH 26 08-FEB-1928 7-393 SMITH, RETHA 18 WARREN, BILLY RAY 24 08-JUN-1953 12-452 "Nice, huh?" Price's tone suggests he realizes I'm jealous. SPEIGHTS, B.M. 57 McDADE, (M) MATTIE 31 21-JUN-1903 4-206 "Excuse me," he says, trying to ignore my outburst. "I really must be going." SARGENT, ALMA 28 JOHNSON, HARVEY 24 C 02-DEC-1950 12-104 SELBY, JOHN 33 WILLIAMS, PHYLLIS DIANE C. 24 29-NOV-1974 16-107 STICKER, HETTIE LEE 18 POPLAR, DANIEL 21 C 04-JUL-1932 8-390 "Why not?" I slip on my vest, black cashmere from Polo, thinking: I am really interested. "All I can think about is this poster I saw in the subway station the other night before I killed those two black kids - a photo of a baby calf, its head turned toward the camera, its eyes caught wide and staring by the flash, and its body seemed like it was boxed into some kind of crate, and in big, black letters below the photo it read, 'Question: Why Can't This Veal Calf Walk?' Then, 'Answer: Because It Only Has Two Legs.' But then I saw another one, the same exact photo, the same exact calf, yet beneath it, this one read, 'Stay Out of Publishing.' " I pause, still fingering the breadstick, then ask, "Is any of this registering with you or would I get more of a response from, oh, an ice bucket?" I say all of this staring straight at Evelyn, enunciating precisely, trying to explain myself, and she opens her mouth and I finally expect her to acknowledge my character. And for the first time since I've known her she is straining to say something interesting and I pay very close attention and she asks, "Is that "Listen, I put up with it too," Price shouts, lightly shaking his glass. Ice cubes clank loudly, surprising me. "Meredith's the same way. She expects to be paid. They all do." SCOTT, JOHN 26 DANSBY, MANDY 34 11-MAY-1879 1-305 Moving him toward the door, my legs wobbly, astronautlike, leading him out of the office, though I'm empty, devoid of feeling, I still sense - without deluding myself - that I've accomplished something and then, anticlimactically, we talk for a few minutes more about razor-burn balms and tattersall shirts. There was an odd general lack of urgency to the conversation that I found soothing - nothing happened at all - but when he smiles, hands me his card, leaves, the door closing sounds to me like a billion insects screaming, pounds of bacon sizzling, a vast emptiness. And after he leaves the building (I have Jean buzz Tom at Security to make sure) I call someone recommended by my lawyer, to make sure none of my phones are wiretapped, and after a Xanax I'm able to meet with my nutritionist at an expensive, upscale health-food restaurant called Cuisine de Soy in Tribeca and while sitting beneath the dolphin, stuffed and shellacked, that hangs over the tofu bar, its body bent into an arc, I'm able to ask the nutr "But Miller got it wrong," McDermott says. "It was just grubby. The quesadilla with papaya? Usually a good dish, but there, Jesus." He whistles, shaking his head. SLAUGHTER, LLOYD WILLIAM 18 COTTRELL, DEBORAH ANN 17 05-FEB-1972 15-523 k of the AT&T building at midnight, only at midnight. Jeannie comes in and starts the manicure, first clipping and filing the nails, then brushing them with a sandpaper disk to smooth out the remaining edges. "I'm on a diet," I say. "But thank you." "What… is… it… Patrick?" He spaces the words out, obnoxiously. STONE, NANCY 20 GLOVER, J.W. 21 05-MAR-1896 3-371 SEIBERT, (M) THERESA D. 31 WILLETT, EDWIN P. 30 02-SEP-1978 16-347 Then, very simply, dinner reaches its crisis point, when Evelyn says, "I want a firm commitment." STURGIS, ROBT S. 26 BALLARD, BEATRICE 25 27-JUN-1917 6-179 "Eerie." Kimball yawns, stretching. "Really eerie." PRESIDENTE. Il Senato tornerà a riunirsi martedì 23 novembre, in due sedute pubbliche, la prima alle ore 10 e la seconda alle ore 17,30, con il seguente ordine del giorno: I make no comment, lost in my own private maze, thinking about other things: warrants, stock offerings, ESOPs, LBOs, IPOs, finances, refinances, debentures, converts, proxy statements, 8-Ks, 10-Qs, zero coupons, PiKs, GNPs, the IMF, hot executive gadgets, billionaires, Kenkichi Nakajima, infinity, Infinity, how fast a luxury car should go, bailouts, junk bonds, whether to cancel my subscription to The Economist, the Christmas Eve when I was fourteen and had raped one of our maids, Inclusivity, envying someone's life, whether someone could survive a fractured skull, waiting in airports, stifling a scream, credit cards and someone's passport and a book of matches from La Cфte Basque splattered with blood, surface surface surface, a Rolls is a Rolls is a Rolls. To Evelyn our relationship is yellow and blue, but to me it's a gray place, most of it blacked out, bombed, footage from the film in my head is endless shots of stone and any language heard is utterly foreign, the sound flickering away over new imag Courtney warns, "Ev-el-yn. You did tell them, I hope." SIMMONS, J.P. 23 CRANE, EDDIE LOUISE 18 14-APR-1951 12-166 SMITH, PHILLIP EDWARD 29 STRAWN, MARGARET ANN 17 26-NOV-1966 14-583 SPIRES, LOIS 16 CASH, JIMMIE 18 16-JUN-1942 10-358 SCOTT, ELIJAH 46 CARMICHAL, (M) ROXIE 28 20-JUN-1920 6-367 Ignoring her, I reach into my pocket for a cigar, pull it out and tap it against the table. Evelyn orders three flavors of sorbet: peanut, licorice and doughnut. I order a decaffeinated espresso. Evelyn sulks. I light a match. "I didn't use to think so," she says. "Maybe ten years ago I didn't. But I do now." STRINGFELLOW, DAVID 27 HARTLEY, ELLEN 24 11-OCT-1937 9-376 SHELTON, TABITHA 21 JONES, ROBERT 29 21-JAN-1897 3-430 "Patience, Price, patience," Madison shouts. "I'll talk to Ricardo." STRAHAN, HAVIS 21 JONES, MATTIE 18 25-FEB-1906 4-399 "Brittle," he says, shooting me a glance. "The word you used was brittle." I stand there rock still for a moment, before understanding that I have to do something about this, so I pretend to be suitably embarrassed, quizzically touch my nose then bring out my Polo handkerchief - already spotted brown - and wipe the blood away from my nostrils, overall handling it sort of well. "Must be the altitude." I laugh. "We're up so high." "With torturing me," she pouts. Cruise tentatively shakes it. "Why don't you come up to my place?" I suggest again. Il Presidente del Senato ha nominato membro della Commissione parlamentare consultiva in ordine all'attuazione della riforma amministrativa ai sensi della legge 15 marzo 1997 n. 59 il senatore Legnini in sostituzione del senatore Gasbarri, dimissionario. "Oh shit, Craig. Cancel them now," I say tiredly. IMPSON, FRANK A. 29 SIMPSON, PAULINE ELIZABETH 29 13-JUL-1946 11-221 SUGGS, CORNELIUS 26 ATTWOOD, ELSIE MAE 18 C 01-AUG-1936 9-233 StJOHN, (M) ARNETTE RUTH 48 MARTIN, JOHN PAUL 57 31-AUG-1969 15-273 I mutter. I start walking away from him. He follows, insistent. SMITH, GRACIE 18 LEE, RICHARD 21 C 04-OCT-1927 7-352 SULLIVANT, A.J. 21 CONGAR, FLORENCE 19 21-AUG-1878 1-230 "Why?" Caron. STRICKLAND, LANA LANGSTON 44 ROBERTSON, DAVID MARTIN 44 31-MAY-1987 17-220 "Far out." I shrug, confused. "How was… it?" SMITH, HETTIE 19 MOORHEAD, ROBERT 27 10-OCT-1895 3-333 STOREY, J.W. 50 NEECE, FANNIE 32 11-AUG-1912 5-324 She looks over at me and shrugs. "Okay. Sure," then she starts to get dressed. "I don't want to get too involved anyway," she says. SPARKS, MATTIE 25 PARNELL, J.H. 38 02-JAN-1910 5-171 "Cactus fruit," Evelyn corrects. Carnes seems confused at first and, while lighting a cigarette, finally laughs. "Jesus, Davis. Yes, that was hilarious. That was you, was it?" SULLIVAN, F.D. 28 HILL, MYRTHA 18 01-JAN-1915 6-24 "I'm leaving, Evelyn." "What her head would look like on a stick," I say. delle misure cautelari, visto che gran parte degli arrestati vengono rimessi in libertà entro le 48 ore. Pertanto, se il Governo ha svolto il proprio dovere assicurando un controllo del territorio in misura prima sconosciuta, per supplire all'inerzia amministrativa degli enti locali non servono i cosiddetti protocolli, ma è necessario attivare poteri sostitutivi, in particolare un alto commissario per la lotta alla camorra in grado di tradurre in fatti concreti il valore fondante della legge. (Applausi dei senatori Manfredi, Eufemi e Compagna). "Jami Gertz," I say. "She's an actress." i termini precisi del grave episodio riferito in premessa e, in particolare, se e quali iniziative il Ministro dell’interno intenda adottare nell’ambito della sua responsabilità per contrastare una crescente invadenza della delinquenza, organizzata o meno, nell’area napoletana; d teller we stopped at (the reason being she uses it too often to cut lines of coke with, though she would never admit this; cocaine residue has, at various times, fucked up my card also) and McDermott's was working, she bypassed mine in favor of his, which means, knowing Courtney, that she wants to fuck McDermott. But it doesn't really matter. Even though I'm more handsome than Craig, we both look pretty much the same. Talking animals were the topic of this morning's Patty Winters Show. An octopus was floating in a makeshift aquarium with a microphone attached to one of its tentacles and it kept asking - or so its "trainer," who is positive that mollusks have vocal cords, assured us - for "cheese." I watched, vaguely transfixed, until I started to sob. A beggar dressed as a Hawaiian frets over a garbage can on the darkened corner of Eighth and Tenth. I stand up, walk over to the Jodi mirror that hangs next to the George Stubbs painting and check my hair, running an oxhorn comb through it, then, calmly, I pick up one of my cordless phones and, preparing myself for a tense scene, pretend to be talking with John Akers, and I start enunciating clearly into the phone before the detective enters the office. "Jesus, Bateman, you're a raving maniac. Been at P & P too long," he mutters. "No fucking hash browns." STEEL, INA MAY 19 DAVIS, EDGAR 30 07-JUN-1942 10-353 "No. Mr. Erlanger from Salomon Brothers," she says. STRINGFELLOW, JAMES R. 46 WILLIAMS, (M) NANCY 57 01-NOV-1968 15-188 "Yes. And he denies it," Kimball says. "Though at first he couldn't be sure." SPARKS, F.G. 33 JOHNSON, MAMIE 18 17-AUG-1890 3-69 STRAHAN, ELLRIDGE 21 MARTIN, FRANCIS 18 12-AUG-1920 6-377 SNEED, LEWIS L. 21 PARROTT, LULA BELL 18 27-DEC-1914 6-18 "Good," I say, biting lightly at her neck, one of my hands on a firm, cold breast. She doesn't say anything. SMITH, WILLIE ANN 17 COX, FRED 19 C 20-JUN-1965 14-406 STORY, CARRIE L. 20 CLAY, THOMAS 23 30-SEP-1896 3-401 "It's from Switzerland," he says. SMITH, MARTHA E. 35 ENGLAND, R.A. 32 24-DEC-1907 5-50 "You… are… a… fool!" I bellow. "Have you read it?" I ask Kimball. STONE, LEONA 19 HARRIS, J.F. 21 17-SEP-1922 7-33 SCOTT, LEROY 31 COLEMAN, (M) ROBERTA 30 29-FEB-1932 8-362 STRINGFELLOW, NELLY 25 TEMPLE, (M) JUDY 19 19-NOV-1973 16-31 "Honey," I say, ignoring McDermott, taking an arm and pulling her toward me. She flinches but I smile and she lets me pull her closer. "Now we're all going to eat a nice big meal here-" I start to explain. se il Ministro in indirizzo non ritenga, oltre al necessario potenziamento degli organici e delle strutture, indispensabile adottare un piano di coordinamento per la sicurezza e quali provvedimenti intenda in concreto prendere; "I suppose he doesn't want the cab," Price snickers, slamming the cab door. "Ask him if he takes American Express." "I don't know," I say, confused by the name. "She owns Nell's, I guess." Waitress nods, writes something down, leaves, and I'm checking out her ass as she walks away, then I look back at the three of them, studying each one very carefully for any signs, a flicker of betrayal that would cross their faces, the one gesture that would give away this robot act, but it's fairly dark in Nell's and my hope - that this is the case - is just wishful thinking and so I clap my hands together again and breathe in. "So! It was really hot out today. Right?" se non si ritenga che tali attività comportino un pregiudizio sia nei confronti della rete di vendita della Wind che dei risultati e delle attività della Wind stessa. INTERROGAZIONI SLOAN, ANGELA 20 MATHESON, LEWIS 21 25-AUG-1983 16-607 "Oh my god," I whisper, covering my face with both heads. "No I don't. You don't either," I say, then, an afterthought, "Chris Hagen." "Oh Patrick," she whines. "Patrick, what have you started?" Evelyn asks, backing away from me. "This is unacceptable," and then, looking up at the fluorescent bulbs, "And so is this lighting. I'm leaving." But she stands there, waiting. "Listen. What are you doing?" I ask. "If you're not coming I have to call someone else. Do you have Emily Hamilton's number?" Libby turns around to make sure. "But I thought he was filming that Vietnam movie in Philadelphia." songs are about guys who are in control (who have the girls) and now have to deal with them. This new dimension in the News gives the record an added oomph and they seem more content and satisfied, less urgent, and this makes for their most pleasingly crafted record to date. But also for every "Doing It All for My Baby" (a delightful ode about monogamy and satisfaction) there's a barn-banning blues scorcher number like "Whole Lotta Lovin'," and side one (or, on the CD, song number five) ends with the masterpiece "Hip to Be Square" (which, ironically, is accompanied by the band's only bad video), the key song on Fore!; which is a rollicking ode to conformity that's so catchy most people probably don't even listen to the lines, but with Chris Hayes blasting guitar and the terrific keyboard playing who cares? And it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends - it's also a personal statement about the band itself, though of what I'm not quite sure. STOVER, WENDELL 19 SMITH, LINDA 19 21-JUN-1969 15-253 "Evelyn?" STEVENS, LILLIE JANEY 31 SPEARS, CHARLES E. 51 05-OCT-1982 16-556 SMITH, RENEE 30 HALL, ROYCE EDWARD 36 18-SEP-1992 17-571 SEGREST, KENNETH 18 WAINWRIGHT, CLESTINE 16 C 26-OCT-1968 15-172 "What?" she asks - incredulously, I'm sure, but she's still probably smiling. "Well," he starts. "I've been hired by Meredith Powell to investigate the disappearance of Paul Owen." But when I sit down something strange on the stage catches my eye. Bono has now moved across the stage, following me to my seat, and he's staring into my eyes, kneeling at the edge of the stage, wearing black jeans (maybe Gitano), sandals, a leather vest with no shirt beneath it. His body is white, covered with sweat, and it's not worked out enough, there's no muscle tone and what definition there might be is covered beneath a paltry amount of chest hair. He has a cowboy hat on and his hair is pulled back into a ponytail and he's moaning some dirge - I catch the lyric "A hero is an insect in this world" - and he has a faint, barely noticeable but nonetheless intense smirk on his face and it grows, spreading across it confidently, and while his eyes blaze, the backdrop of the stage turns red and suddenly I get this tremendous surge of feeling, this rush of knowledge and my own heart beats faster because of this and it's not impossible to believe that an invisible cord attached to Bono has now encircled me and I wait, impatiently pacing the length of the kitchen. McDermott clicks back on. "No." I smile. "He's not with Morgan Stanley." SMITH, ANNA 18 LEE, J.D. 23 25-DEC-1895 3-351 "I shouldn't have had that wine at lunch," she says again. "Yes" I say, "Eight-thirty," "College?" I ask. "I'm serious," I say quietly. "It is fucking over. Us. This is no joke." "I remember him telling me that he was sick to death of watching her do nothing but her nails all weekend." "What's wrong?" I say, looking up from my plate, a fork poised over it, but my hand will not move; it's as if it appreciated the plate's setup too much, as if my hand had a mind of its own and refused to break up its design. I sigh and put the fork down, hopeless. "Wait, what happened to 1969?" I ask van Patter. "Hey," Price says. "I'm depressed, I mean impressed." SPARKS, W.W. 21 HUDSON, CORDIA 18 17-FEB-1902 4-123 To catch the rat I buy an extra-large mousetrap at a hardware store on Amsterdam. I also decide to spend the night at my family's suite in the Carlyle. The only cheese I have in the apartment is a wedge of Brie in the refrigerator and before leaving I place the entire slice - it's a really big rat - along with a sun-dried tomato and a sprinkling of dill, delicately on the trap, setting it. But when I come back the following morning, because of the rat's size, the trap hasn't killed it. The rat just lies there, stuck, squeaking, thrashing its tail, which is a horrible, oily, translucent pink, as long as a pencil and twice as thick, and it makes a slapping sound every time it hits against the white oak floor. Using a dustpan - which it takes me over a fucking hour to find - I corner the injured rat just as it frees itself from the trap and I pick the thing up, sending it into a panic, making it squeal even louder, hissing at me, baring its sharp, yellow rat fangs, and dump it into a Bergdorf Goodman hatbox. But He looks up and, noticing my disapproval, smiles sheepishly. "I know. I'm sorry." "I can see that" - she stops, thinking - "that your sense of… social injustice is" - she clears her throat again and looks down - "still intact." "'That's fine," she says and then in a seductive whisper, "See you at eight." She lingers on the phone as if she expects me to say something else, as if maybe I should congratulate her for making the correct decision, but I hardly have time to deal with this so I abruptly hang up. "Oh great," I say. "Some chick who thinks it's okay to fuck her brother." 'That I know you feel the same way I do." Dramatically, he whips off his sunglasses, as if to prove a point. "Or redundant," Preston adds. "You only knew one facet of my personality," I say. "Student." She leans down, smelling the brown oval, and, catching a scent of something (probably disinfectant), asks me, now dismayed, "Are you… sure?" "Jean." I stand up to lead her out of the office. "What… do . . you… say?" "Kappamaki roll anyone?" Evelyn cuts in cheerfully, holding up a plate. STUBBLEFIELD, FARMER 21 COMPTON, ALBERTA 18 C 19-JUL-1925 7-224 STOVER, C.J. 21 CASH, LOUISE 18 03-APR-1943 10-455 "It looks that way, doesn't it," Price says. The band segues into a rousing version of "Life in the Fast Lane" and I start looking around for hardbodies. Charles Simpson - or someone who looks remarkably like him, slicked-back hair, suspenders, Oliver Peoples glasses - shakes my hand, shouts "Hey, Williams" and tells me to meet a group of people with Alexandra Craig at Nell's around midnight. I give him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and tell him I'll be there. I finish my drink. The table sits facing me in total silence. Courtney's smiling and seems pleased. Timothy just shakes his head in bemused disbelief. Evelyn is completely mystified by the turn the conversation has taken and she stands, unsteadily, and asks if anyone would like dessert. "You've hung the Onica upside down." She laughs. se risulti quali siano le esatte modalità del licenziamento del signor Massimo Schietroma e, in particolare, se siano state rispettate le procedure degli accordi interconfederali e la normativa vigente in materia; SMITH, JOHN F. 60 BUTLER, (Ms) WILLIE 71 05-DEC-1985 17-118 SHELTON, RAY 18 YOUNG, CLAUD 23 28-JAN-1919 6-263 STEWART, LEROY 21 CUMMIS, EUNICE 18 22-MAR-1915 6-35 SCALLION, SAM WAYNE 19 NORTON, CHERYL JEAN 16 20-NOV-1970 15-409 "Are you seeing anyone, Patrick?" she asks. "Come on, tell me.' SINGLETON, LESLIE FREEMAN 24 HARRIS, HELLEN ELIZABETH 18 28-JAN-1928 7-389 SMITH, CLARA J. 17 HARPER, JAMES W. 27 30-MAY-1978 16-333 "I'm not sure, guy, but I don't think dyslexia is a virus." SPAKES, JAMES R. 21 STEWART, LUCILE 19 04-JUL-1941 10-236 "Uh, yeah… Sure." She's wildly confused. She picks up the stuffed black cat, strokes its head. I step out the door into the hallway, heading down it toward the kitchen. "Come on, let's have a drink at Sofi's and talk about this," he suggests, starting to plead. STONE, BOYDE 23 COURTNEY, VERNIE 18 11-FEB-1939 9-542 "Well, I suppose what passes for one." I wince. "Shhh. Listen. It's inspiring." che l’emergenza criminalità a Napoli e dintorni non si presta più a sofisticate risposte sociologiche e demagogiche; "Listen," she says, "have you gone to any concerts lately?" COMPAGNA (UDC). Esprime apprezzamento per l'opera del ministro Pisanu, risultando convincenti l'analisi della camorra quale fenomeno articolato sul territorio e il conseguente impegno delle forze dell'ordine in misura maggiore rispetto ad altre zone del Paese. Particolarmente condivisibile è l'affermazione circa il carattere nazionale della questione napoletana: al forte intreccio di fattori di disgregazione sociale e di problemi di ordine pubblico che si alimentano a vicenda occorre rispondere su diversi piani da parte sia del Governo sia degli enti locali che devono assumere le loro responsabilità. (Applausi del senatore Eufemi). VILLONE, PAGANO, TESSITORE, SODANO Tommaso, MARINO. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: "Oh, Patrick," she's saying. "You're still the same. I don't know if that's good or bad." I turn around. "You're back so soon," she says. "I'm not gonna wear a fucking condom," McDermott announces. Vi è un’inerzia amministrativa, non dobbiamo (mi permetta di dirglielo, signor Ministro) correre dietro ai soliti vecchi cavalli di battaglia della sinistra del nostro Paese, non dobbiamo pensare ai vari protocolli che alla fine ci lasciano sconfitti nella grande sfida del futuro, quella dell’educazione costante, continua delle nuove generazioni (Richiami del Presidente), in maniera quotidiana, ora per ora, al valore fondante del rispetto della legge. Non li seguiamo sui loro vecchi cliché dell’emarginazione dai centri cittadini degli uffici delle forze di polizia: nelle nostre regioni meridionali, purtroppo o per fortuna, signor Ministro, le forze di polizia si devono vedere, devono esserci, non releghiamole fuori di quei centri cittadini dove invece i cittadini almeno guardano a loro per avere sicurezza e tranquillità. "I hear the lotte is good there," I murmur, lost in thought. I drift, my eyes rolling back into my head, the Muzak version of "Don't Worry, Baby" drowning out all bad thoughts, and I start thinking only positive things - the reservations I have tonight with Marcus Halberstam's girlfriend, Cecelia Wagner, the mashed turnips at Union Square Cafй, skiing down Buttermilk Mountain in Aspen last Christmas, the new Huey Lewis and the News compact disc, dress shirts by Ike Behar, by Joseph Abboud, by Ralph Lauren, beautiful oiled hardbodies eating each other's pussies and assholes under harsh video lights, truckloads of arugula and cilantro, my tan line, the way the muscles in my back look when the lights in my bathroom fall on them at the right angle, Helga's hands caressing the smooth skin on my face, lathering and spreading cream and lotions and tonics into it admiringly, whispering, "Oh Mr. Bateman, your face is so clean and smooth, so clean," the fact that I don't live in a trailer park or work in a bowling alley or attend hockey games or eat barbecued ribs, the loo "Patrick," Evelyn says, "don't say something you'll regret." "Don't come back," she says. Daisy takes this in, then asks, "Why?" È lì che bisogna intervenire, signor Ministro. E, mi dispiace dirlo, ma anche il suo dialogo, doveroso, forse, da parte sua, ma non da parte di altri, con l’autorità inquirente della magistratura napoletana, dimostra quale e quanta forza abbia la riserva mentale di molte persone che dicono di voler lavorare contro la criminalità, ma che in realtà non lo fanno. Harry's Abacab (Atlantic; 1981) was released almost immediately after Duke and it benefits from a new producer, Hugh Padgham, who gives the band a more eighties sound and though the songs seem fairly generic, there are still great bits throughout: the extended jam in the middle of the title track and the horns by some group called Earth, Wind and Fire on "No Reply at All" are just two examples. Again the songs reflect dark emotions and are about people who feel lost or who are in conflict, but the production and sound are gleaming and upbeat (even if the titles aren't: "No Reply at All," "Keep It Dark," "Who Dunnit?" "Like It or Not"). Mike Rutherford's bass is obscured somewhat in the mix but otherwise the band sounds tight and is once again propelled by Collins' truly amazing drumming. Even at its most despairing (like the song "Dodo," about extinction), Abacab musically is poppy and lighthearted. "Now, John…" I clear my throat. "You've got to wear clothes in proportion to your physique," I begin, talking to nobody. "There are definitely dos and don'ts, good buddy, of wearing a bold-striped shirt. A bold-striped shirt calls for solid colored or discreetly patterned suits and ties.…" I'm looking at Van Patten's card and then at mine and cannot believe that Price actually likes Van Patten's better. Bisogna intervenire a partire dalla finanziaria, perché la questione di Napoli non ha carattere locale, ma rilevanza nazionale. Occorrono maggiori risorse per la sicurezza e per lo sviluppo sociale e maggiori strumenti operativi. Ecco perché esprimo la mia insoddisfazione, sia pure in maniera molto sintetica. till-functioning Walkman, the sun melting the mousse on my head and it mingles with the sweat pouring down my face and I can taste it when I lick my lips and it starts tasting good and I'm suddenly ravenous and I run my hand through my hair and lick greedily at the palm while moving up Broadway, ignoring the old ladies passing out fliers, past jeans stores, music blasting from inside, pouring out onto the streets, people's movements matching the beat of the song, a Madonna single, Madonna crying out, "life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone…," bike messengers whiz by and I'm standing on a corner scowling at them, but people pass, oblivious, no one pays attention, they don't even pretend to not pay attention, and this fact sobers me up long enough that I walk toward a nearby Conran's to buy a teapot, but just when I assume my normalcy has returned and I'm all straightened out, my stomach tightens and the cramps are so intense that I hobble into the nearest doorway and clutch my waist, doubling over with p "Yeah," he says. "You know… hang out." SHIELDS, ARZELLA 19 THROWER, JOHN L. 22 C 18-APR-1970 15-353 "Abhorrent. You're pathological." She finds a Laura Ashley pillbox and unsnaps it. "I think it's also important for people to realize their limitations." Then, out of the blue I ask, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Suddenly a busboy appears at our table and without asking if we're finished removes our mostly uneaten appetizers. None of us complain except for McDermott, who asks, "Did he just take our appetizers away?" and then laughs uncomprehendingly. But when he sees no one else laughing he stops. STUDDARD, FRANCES BERNICE 19 WALKER, CARROLL JAMES 31 09-NOV-1943 10-519 "Wait," Hamlin says. "Let's decide where we're going first." "Wait. Stop," I shout, looking up into Carnes' face, making sure he's listening. "You don't seem to understand. You're not really comprehending any of this. I killed him. I did it, Carnes. I chopped Owen's fucking head off. I tortured dozens of girls. That whole message I left on your machine was true." I'm drained, not appearing calm, wondering why this doesn't feel like a blessing to me. The zoo seems empty, devoid of life. The polar bears look stained and drugged. A crocodile floats morosely in an oily makeshift pond. The puffins stare sadly from their glass cage. Toucans have beaks as sharp as knives. The seals stupidly dive off rocks into swirling black water, barking mindlessly. The zookeepers feed them dead fish. A crowd gathers around the tank, mostly adults, a few accompanied by children. On the seals' tank a plaque warns: COINS CAN KILL - IF SWALLOWED, COINS CAN LODGE IN AN ANIMAL'S STOMACH AND CAUSE ULCERS, INFECTIONS AND DEATH. DO NOT THROW COINS IN THE POOL. So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of the zookeepers are watching. It's not the seals I hate - it's the audience's enjoyment of them that bothers me. The snowy owl has eyes that look just like mine, especially when it widens them. And while I stand there, staring at it, lowering my sunglasses, something unspoken passes between me and the bird - there's this weird kind of tension, a bizarre pressur SANDINE, LILLIE ELIZABETH 21 MAY, LONNIE DAVID 22 07-SEP-1935 9-109 "But he was a fag," I blurt out. "I'm going to talk to him," I shout, getting up, taking the empty seat next to Owen. He's fortyish, heavyset, and when he attempts to sit up I can make out his features more clearly in the glare of the streetlamp: a few days' growth of beard, triple chin, a ruddy nose lined with thick brown veins. He's dressed in some kind of tacky-looking lime green polyester pantsuit with washed-out Sergio Valente jeans worn over it (this season's homeless person's fashion statement) along with a ripped orange and brown V-neck sweater stained with what looks like burgundy wine. It seems he's very drunk - either that or he's crazy or stupid. His eyes can't even focus when I stand over him, blocking out the light from a streetlamp, covering him in shadow. I kneel down. "It's not defined by the-" McDermott and I start simultaneously. SIMS, S.A. 25 KEE, JESSIE 18 05-APR-1934 8-590 La camorra è un fenomeno criminale assai articolato e fortemente radicato nel tessuto socio-economico di importanti zone della Campania. I gruppi delinquenziali sono numerosi e violenti, poco inclini a forme di organizzazione assimilabili a quelle di altre associazioni di stampo mafioso, come Cosa nostra o la 'ndrangheta calabrese. Proprio la spiccata autonomia dei singoli gruppi determina sovente sanguinose dispute per il controllo del territorio. She opens her eyes, scratches her neck. SHELBY, STACEY JEANNINE 19 JACKS, RANDALL WADE 22 22-DEC-1989 17-392 "Listen, where should we go?" I lean back and pull my Zagat from the desk's top drawer. McDermott cackles gleefully, a victor. "Club soda and seltzer, for example, are artificially carbonated," McDermott explains. "About going?" "Yes," I say, "Why." Harry's STOVER, ARIE 19 AUD, PARMLEY 21 28-OCT-1933 8-535 Trasformata nell'interrogazione a risposta scritta 4-07718 "Stupid bitch-ee? Understand?" I shout, red-faced, on the verge of tears. I'm shaking and I yank the jacket away from her, muttering "Oh Christ." "Do you like it?" she asks, unfazed. "I'm having the chardonnay," Scott tells the waiter. 'Thanks, Patrick," she says sarcastically, though I bet tomorrow she'll be wearing a dress. The phone on her desk rings. I tell her I'm not here. She turns to leave. SMITH, JAMES 22 MATTHEWS, IDA 18 13-DEC-1894 3-297 SEGREST, HAZEL 21 JONES, DAVID HOWARD 19 C 14-OCT-1961 13-459 Lunch SHALMY, JOHN THOMAS 33 WARD, SANDRA LYNN 27 02-MAY-1984 17-36 STERN, PAULINE 52 BARNETT, BEN 63 05-JUN-1976 16-221 "Hmmm. I'm thinking about it. I'm thinking about this." SMITH, BETTY JAN 18 SMITH, EDWARD 22 C 09-FEB-1952 12-287 "Hey," I shout. "How's it going?" "Well, I think his work… it has a kind of… wonderfully proportioned, purposefully mock-superficial quality." I pause, then, trying to remember a line from a review I saw in New York magazine: "Purposefully mock…" "That suggestion is moot!" McDermott screams. "Why, you may ask? Because-they-are-closed! Because-they-are-closed-they-have-stopped-taking-reservations! Are-you-following-this?" "Hang… out?" I ask. SEGREST, ARRENER 30 WASHINGTON, JOHN 41 10-JAN-1921 6-410 A high-performance cassette deck, the DX-5000 from NEC, which combines digital special effects with excellent hi-fi, and a connected four-head VHS-HQ unit, which comes equipped with a twenty-one-day eight-event programmer, MTS decoding and 140 cable-ready channels. An added bonus: a fifty-function unified remote control lets me zap out TV commercials. Though I am satisfied at first by my actions, I'm suddenly jolted with a mournful despair at how useless, how extraordinarily painless, it is to take a child's life. This thing before me, small and twisted and bloody, has no real history, no worthwhile past, nothing is really lost. It's so much worse (and more pleasurable) taking the life of someone who has hit his or her prime, who has the beginnings of a full history, a spouse, a network of friends, a career, whose death will upset far more people whose capacity for grief is limitless than a child's would, perhaps ruin many more lives than just the meaningless, puny death of this boy. I'm automatically seized with an almost overwhelming desire to knife the boy's mother too, who is in hysterics, but all I can do is slap her face harshly and shout for her to calm down. For this I'm given no disapproving looks. I'm dimly aware of light coming into the room, of a door being opened somewhere, of the presence of zoo officials, a security guard, someone - one of t o, a cotton shirt by Gitman Brothers, a polka-dot silk tie by Bill Blass and leather shoes from Brooks Brothers. McDermott is wearing a woven-linen suit with pleated trousers, a button-down cotton and linen shirt by Basile, a silk tie by Joseph Abboud and ostrich loafers from Susan Bennis Warren Edwards. I hop in, shutting the door just as the driver peels away from Evelyn's brownstone toward Riverside Drive. Evelyn's sitting next to me while I'm catching my breath, wiping cold sweat off my brow with an Armani handkerchief. When I look over at her, she's on the verge of tears, her lips trembling, silent for once. più in generale quali siano le priorità nell’azione delle forze dell’ordine a Napoli; "Patrick." She laughs. "You're a lunatic." SIMMONS, GERTIE MAE 18 FAVER, LARRY H. 23 11-NOV-1961 13-474 SCOTT, CHARLEY 19 WOLF, MINNIE 19 08-APR-1916 6-98 SEARCY, BENJAMIN Y. 34 EDERINGTON, JUNE 22 31-MAY-1903 4-203 I do some of it and come to the same conclusion. "It's definitely weak but I have a feeling if we do enough of it we'll be okay-" But Price is furious, red-faced and sweating; he screams at me as if this was my fault, as if buying the gram from Madison was my idea. SPAKES, WAYNE 19 McCAIN, MARTHA 19 28-FEB-1941 10-188 After awkwardly shaking hands she asks, still holding mine, "Really? You don't have cable?" Elizabeth, naked, running from the bedroom, blood already on her, is moving with difficulty and she screams out something garbled. My organ had been prolonged and its release was intense and my knees are weak. I'm naked too, shouting "You bitch, you piece of bitch trash" at her and since most of the blood is coming from her feet, she slips, manages to get up, and I strike out at her with the already wet butcher knife that I'm gripping in my right hand, clumsily, slashing her neck from behind, severing something, some veins. When I strike out a second time while she's trying to escape, heading for the door, blood shoots even into the living room, across the apartment, splattering against the tempered glass and the laminated oak panels in the kitchen. She tries to run forward but I've cut her jugular and it's spraying everywhere, blinding both of us momentarily, and I'm leaping at her in a final attempt to finish her off. She turns to face me, her features twisted in anguish, and her legs give out after I punch Io, infatti, non parlerei della città di Napoli solamente, perché, anche riferendoci alle ultime cifre che citava il senatore Massimo Brutti, molte di quelle morti si sono verificate nell’hinterland e nella Provincia di Napoli, che ormai è un tutt’uno con la città stessa, è una grande area metropolitana con una linea di continuità fatta di urbanizzazioni selvagge, di grandi abusi che si sono perpetrati nel corso dei decenni. I stare at her, dumbfounded, caught in the harsh lights hung above the ropes outside Nell's. "Remember this?" I shout, towering over her. "And look at this!" I scream triumphantly, holding up a cigar. "I still smoke cigars. Ha. See? A cigar." I light it with steady, bloodstained fingers, and her face, pale to the point of blueness, keeps contracting, twitching with pain, her eyes, dull with horror, close, then open halfway, her life reduced to nightmare. "You think so?" he asks. SMITH, (M) ALBERTA 24 SMITH, TOL 46 18-FEB-1928 7-397 "The watch. The Rolex," he says simply. "My trainer says Gatorade's okay," McDermott counters. STOKES, HERBERT GARLAND 21 SMITH, MARTHA JANE 18 02-SEP-1950 12-78 "How does that take care of Luis?" I ask suspiciously. SMART, RICHARD 21 JACKSON, ROSA 19 31-MAR-1917 6-164 se si sia proceduto ad identificare con certezza i responsabili ed adottare nei loro confronti le dovute misure restrittive; "Oh how brave to admit you go to a tanning salon," she says. STRINGFELLOW, JIMMIE 20 NEAL, ADEAN 16 11-MAY-1951 12-179 Price gives me an accusatory look and mouths "Was he invited?" "Maybe we could have lunch one day next week?" she suggests hopefully, moving toward me while I'm backing out of the store. "You know, I'm downtown near Wall Street quite often." STEELE, FRANK Jr 23 ORTON, GLADYS MAE 20 11-MAY-1947 11-368 Owen has mistaken me for Marcus Halberstam (even though Marcus is dating Cecelia Wagner) but for some reason it really doesn't matter and it seems a logical faux pas since Marcus works at P & P also, in fact does the same exact thing I do, and he also has a penchant for Valentino suits and clear prescription glasses and we share the same barber at the same place, the Pierre Hotel, so it seems understandable; it doesn't irk me. But Paul Denton keeps staring at me, or trying not to, as if he knows something, as if he's not quite sure if he recognizes me or not, and it makes me wonder if maybe he was on that cruise a long time ago, one night last March. If that's the case, I'm thinking, I should get his telephone number or, better yet, his address. "Listen to me," I tell him, kneeling down, trying to haul Luis up off the floor. But this causes him to shout out something garbled, which turns into a wail that rises and reaches a crescendo that catches the attention of a Barney's security guard standing by the store's front entrance, who starts making his way over. Without even beginning to understand, I imagine, what a speck Paul Owen was in the overall enormity of things. The Best City for Business Hamlin and I burst out laughing. SMITH, MARVIN GENE 22 MINCEY, SUSAN 19 29-SEP-1959 13-221 None of them say anything. The waitress is staring at Taylor. I look over at him, then back at the hardbody waitress, then back at Taylor. "Bring him the, um, grapefruit sorbet and, oh, let's say, a Scotch, okay?" "Oh Christ." The guy Francesca pointed out is sitting in a booth near the stage where the jazz band plays. His hair is slicked back over a very boyish face and he's wearing a suit with pleated trousers and a silk shirt with light gray polka dots by Comme des Garзons Homme and sipping a martini and it's not difficult to imagine him in someone's bedroom tonight, lying, probably to the girl he's sitting with: blonde, big tits, wearing a metal-studded dress by Giorgio di Sant'Angelo. The bum stares at me, panting with the exertion it takes to sit up. He doesn't shake my hand. I am thinking about nothing. It's silent in the office. To break it, I point out a book on top of the desk, next to the San Pellegrino bottle. The Art of the Deal, by Donald Trump. The office. Lyrics to Madonna songs keep intruding, bursting into my head, announcing themselves in tiring, familiar ways, and I stare into space, my eyes lazily lit up while I try to forget about the day looming before me, but then a phrase that fills me with a nameless dread keeps interrupting the Madonna songs - isolated farmhouse constantly returns to me, over and over. Someone I've been avoiding for the last year, a nerd from Fortune who wants to write an article about me, calls again this morning and I end up calling the reporter back to arrange an interview. Craig McDermott is having some kind of fax frenzy and won't take any of my phone calls, preferring to communicate by fax only. The Post this morning says the remains of three bodies that disappeared aboard a yacht last March have been recovered, frozen in ice, hacked up and bloated, in the East River; some maniac is going around the city poisoning one-liter bottles of Evian water, seventeen dead already; talk of zombies, the public mood, increasing I pretend to read the fucking article but I'm getting very angry and I have to hand the article back to McDermott and ask, thoroughly annoyed, "So what? What does it mean? What are you, McDermott, trying to tell me?" "No," I finally say. "Paul wasn't into that. He followed a balanced diet and-" "So you like this place?" he asks, grinning. "Cool coloring," Van Patten says, studying the card closely. STIVERS, PEARL 26 POLSON, J.F. 29 17-SEP-1906 4-434 "No," she says, shrugging. "Not really." SMITH, THELMA ANN 31 BRANDON, EDWARD CHARLES 25 22-JUL-1989 17-368 The busboy humbly removes the glasses, nodding to no one as he walks away. SORRELLS, LOUIS WILEY 28 WEEKS, LUCINDA ELIZABETH 17 23-DEC-1969 15-313 "Tell him…" Nicholas paused, then cleared his throat and rather delicately proposed, "it has to do with her estate." SHARLOTTE, J.W. 31 DERRYBERRY, LYDIA 11-DEC-1892 3-188 "No, honey. I know how much you like the Acacia." Anne reaches out and squeezes Scott's hand. "So," I start, crossing my legs. "Don't you want to know what I do?" "You… are not…" She stops, wiping her face, unable to finish. SHORTER, EULENA 21 REDDICKS, J.R. 28 01-DEC-1912 5-345 ing me." Now, as she stumbles out of the limo onto the frozen pavement, I mumble, "It's for the best," and, offering consolation, "Don't take it so seriously." The driver, whose name I've forgotten, leads her into the brownstone and she gives a last, regretful look back. I sigh and wave her off. She's still wearing, from last night, a leopard-print cotton balmacaan coat with wool challis lining over a wool crepe shirtless dress by Bill Bless. Bigfoot was interviewed on The Patty Winters Show this morning and to my shock I found him surprisingly articulate and charming. The glass I'm drinking Absolut vodka from is Finnish. I'm very suntanned compared to Jeanette. I move away from the bum, noticing, instead, a little girl smoking a cigarette, begging for change outside Trump Tower. "Shoo," I say. She says "Shoo" back. On The Patty Winters Show this morning a Cheerio sat in a very small chair and was interviewed for close to an hour. Later this afternoon, a woman wearing a silver fox and mink coat has her face slashed in front of the Stanhope by an enraged fur activist. But now, still staring at the sightless bum from across the street, I buy a Dove Bar, a coconut one, in which I find part of a bone. "Leaving what?" I shout back, confused. "Milla… Vanilla?" she asks uncomfortably. Stunned, feverish, feeling empty, I contemplate the next move, the only sound the dial tone buzzing noisily from the receiver. Gather my bearings, count to six, reopen the Zagat guide and steadily regain my concentration against the almost overwhelming panic about securing an eight-thirty reservation somewhere if not as trendy as Dorsia then at least in the next-best league. I eventually get a reservation at Barcadia for two at nine, and that only because of a cancellation, and though Patricia will probably be disappointed she might actually like Barcadia - the tables are well spaced, the lighting is dim and flattering, the food Nouvelle Southwestern - and if she doesn't, what is the bitch going to do, sue me? SMITH, MARY THOMAS, WILL 24 21-OCT-1901 4-96 I think about it, then feebly announce, "We were both seven in 1969." Finally she looks at me, confused, and murmurs, "You're really serious, aren't you?" STEPHENS, FRANKLIN C. 18 BARNES, ARMENTAE D. 18 12-JUL-1874 A1-18 SEGREST, MAJOR 24 DARROUGH, ISABELLA 20 C 31-DEC-1921 6-474 SMITH, UPSON 35 WORD, MARGARET 33 15-JAN-1900 3-585 After the office I worked out at Xclusive and once home made obscene phone calls to young Dalton girls, the numbers I chose coming from the register I stole a copy of from the administration office when I broke in last Thursday night. "I'm a corporate raider," I whispered lasciviously into the cordless phone. "I orchestrate hostile takeovers. What do you think of that?" and I would pause before making sucking noises, freakish piglike grunts, and then ask, "Huh, bitch?" Most of the time I could tell they were frightened and this pleased me greatly, enabled me to maintain a strong, pulsing erection for the duration of the phone calls, until one of the girls, Hilary Wallace, asked, unfazed, "Dad, is that you?" and whatever enthusiasm I'd built up plummeted. Vaguely disappointed, I made a few more calls, but only halfheartedly, opening today's mail while doing so, and I finally hung up in midsentence when I came across a personalized reminder from Clifford, the guy who helps me at Armani, that there was a private "Patrick," she says - a declarative statement. One of the major mistakes people make is that they think manners are only the expression of happy ideas. There's a whole range of behavior that can be expressed in a mannerly way. That's what civilization is all about - doing it in a mannerly and not an antagonistic way. One of the places we went wrong was the naturalistic Rousseauean movement of the Sixties in which people said, "Why can't you just say what's on your mind?" In civilization there have to be some restraints. If we followed every impulse, we'd be killing one another. St JOHN, GRACE 19 EASTERLING, ALBERT 22 06-DEC-1917 6-210 STEWART, HENRY 32 WARD, LENNIE 18 26-DEC-1912 5-351 SMITH, LELIA IONE 18 TULLOS, M.D. 22 15-JUL-1928 7-426 Mi riferisco non solo al Comune di Napoli, ma a tutti i Comuni ad alto rischio (Torre Annunziata, Castellammare, Acerra, Giugliano), cioè Comuni ad altissima densità abitativa e ad altissimo disagio sociale, dove anche l’unica possibilità, l’unico baluardo - che pure era parziale -, questo reddito minimo di inserimento, è stato cancellato e non ci sono misure sostitutive che possano in qualche modo sottrarre manovalanza alla camorra. "Just go," I say. "Just leave. Take the limo." STEWART, WILLIE 29 SCOTT, ETTA 32 26-JUN-1979 16-386 "Wait," I tell them, "I'm thinking." …paisley ties and crystal water pitchers, tumbler sets and office clocks that measure temperature and humidity and barometric pressure, electric calling card address books and margarita glasses, valet stands and sets of dessert plates, correspondence cards and mirrors and shower clocks and aprons and sweaters and gym bags and bottles of champagne and porcelain cachepots and monogrammed bath sheets and foreign-currency-exchange minicalculators and silver-plated address books and paperweights with fish and boxes of fine stationery and bottle openers and compact discs and customized tennis balls and pedometers and coffee mugs… "Let's go now," I say. "There's a taxi." "Cindy has to go to a charity thing at the Plaza, something-" "I just don't want to talk about…" I stop. "About work." "Uh-huh." I dip a stick of jicama sparingly into a rhubarb mustard sauce, pretending to ignore him. "Listen, Montgomery," Price says, staring at Nicki but still being unusually kind to someone I thought was a stranger. "Squash?" "That's okay." "Oh does she?" I ask, nodding. "People just… disappear," he says. BARELLI. - Ai Ministri dell'interno e della giustizia. – Premesso che: Con questi argomenti e con questi sentimenti, il Gruppo UDC esprime al Ministro dell'interno la propria gratitudine e il proprio apprezzamento per le cose che ha detto e per come le ha dette in Aula. (Applausi del senatore Eufemi). SPEARS, GEORGE DAVID 19 WARTON, SHERRIE LYNN 16 13-AUG-1974 16-88 "No. Nothing," I scream, my throat raw, and I slump back into my seat, stare emptily at the stage, biting my thumbnail, ruining yesterday's manicure. "Just don't smoke a cigar, Patrick," she says slowly. "Anyone hear about Bell South's cellular deal?" She touches her napkin, looking down and then out onto the sidewalk, where waiters are setting up tables for dinner. I watch them too. "Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick?" she asks softly, then sips her wine. "Jeanette," I say. STOCK, REUBIN 22 POTTS, RUTH E. 18 18-DEC-1880 1-418 "Beat the shit out of him?" the girl suggests, pointing at me. "I can't stand the Rainbow Room," I say, adamant. "You're startling me. What happened?" I am alarmed. "What… what did I do? The Waldorf salad was good. What else?" "I had the poached oysters, the lotte and the walnut tart." "Yes, of course. Lemon." Courtney nods, seeming lost in some kind of dream but enjoying it, oblivious to it. Onorevole Presidente, STEWART, BESSIE 17 BECKWITH, WILLIE 18 06-JUL-1929 8-31 She looks at me and nods, as if unsure, then timidly ventures, "It doesn't look like cranberry, I mean cranapple, to me." "Anything else?" she asks, and then, flirtatiously, "How about that Perrier?" "Well, my theory's always been," I start, "men are only here to procreate, to carry on the species, you know?" "Was it my imagination or were there goldfish on the tables?" I ask, undoing my Brooks Brothers suspenders while searching the refrigerator for a bottle of sauvignon blanc. "Anyway, I thought it was hip." "Have to return these videos, Vietnamese with Alexandra, a musical, Broadway, something British," Preston says, scanning the room. PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. SCOTT, REBA MAE 18 RICHARDSON, L.C. 20 C 01-JUL-1939 9-588 STRICKLAND, GEORGE Jr 20 VAN DYKE, SUSAN 16 22-JAN-1966 14-471 The limousine pulls up in front of Club Chernoble, where a crowd ten deep waits standing outside the ropes in the snow. Evelyn and I get out, and using Evelyn, much to her chagrin, as a blocker, I push my way through the crowd and luckily spot someone who looks exactly like Jonathan Leatherdale, about to be let in, and really shoving Evelyn, who's still holding on to her Christmas present, I call out to him, "Jonathan, hey Leatherdale," and suddenly, predictably, the whole crowd starts shouting, "Jonathan, hey Jonathan." He spots me as he turns around and calls out, "Hey Baxter!" and winks, giving me the thumbs-up sign, but it's not to me, it's to someone else. Evelyn and I pretend we're with his party anyway. The doorman closes the ropes on us, asks, "You two come in that limo?" He looks over at the curb and motions with his head. ed and tailored by John Reyle. uck her in the mouth, and after I've ejaculated and pulled out, I Mace her some more. "Oh Patrick, lets go away this summer," she says wistfully. "Let's go to Edgartown or the Hamptons." I click back onto the other line. McDermott is the only one left. "Oh honey," I say, shaking my head, "the things I could do to you with a coat hanger." SINGLETON, JULIA 18 DUNCAN, JOHN 25 06-OCT-1900 4-126 SHEETER, BIRDIE 17 BELAND, WILL 24 02-MAR-1909 5-124 STUBBLEFIELD, RUTH 18 PETERSON, DAVID 22 C 26-MAR-1923 7-77 Non possiamo sottovalutare - e ha avuto orgoglio e dignità il Ministro dell'interno a ricordarlo in quest'Aula, anche se si è ovviamente esposto alle legittime considerazioni dei colleghi dell'opposizione - che da parte delle forze di contrasto della delinquenza qualche risultato pure si è avuto. Ovviamente, sono risultati non abbastanza significativi per attenuare la drammaticità della questione napoletana. Tonight the talk centers around Elmore Leonard's new book - which I haven't read; certain restaurant critics - who I have; the British sound track from Les Misйrables versus the American cast recording; that new Salvadorian bistro on Second and Eighty-third; and which gossip columns are better written - the Post's or the News's. It seems that Anne Smiley and I share a mutual acquaintance, a waitress from Abetone's in Aspen who I raped with a can of hairspray last Christmas when I was skiing there over the holidays. Deck Chairs is crowded, earsplitting, the acoustics lousy because of the high ceilings, and if I'm not mistaken, accompanying the din is a New Age version of "White Rabbit" blaring from speakers mounted in the ceiling corners. Someone who looks like Forrest Atwater - slicked-back blond hair, nonprescription redwood-framed glasses, Armani suit with suspenders - is sitting with Caroline Baker, an investment banker at Drexel, maybe, and she doesn't look too good. She needs more makeup, the Ralph STURGIS, JAMES F. 22 DAVIS, NANCY F. 18 05-MAR-1874 A1-14 SCOTT, SUSAN 20 THOMPSON, BEN 26 23-FEB-1890 3-50 "Don't bother going arou-" Price begins. SIMMS, ELLEN 18 McCULLOCH, JOE 27 17-MAY-1906 4-413 "What?" he screams, cupping his ear, as if it makes a difference. in data 13 ottobre 2004 lo scrivente ha presentato una interrogazione relativa ad un contenzioso tra la Wind Telecomunicazioni S.p.A. e il consorzio costituitosi a seguito di una decisione della rete di vendita della stessa Wind tesa a razionalizzare le attività di acquisto della rete stessa; The video store is more crowded than usual. There are too many couples in line for me to rent She-Male Reformatory or Ginger's Cunt without some sense of awkwardness or discomfort, plus I've already bumped into Robert Ailes from First Boston in the Horror aisle, or at least I think it was Robert Ailes. He mumbled "Hello, McDonald" as he passed me by, holding Friday the 13th: Part 7 and a documentary on abortions in what I noticed were nicely manicured hands marred only by what looked to me like an imitation-gold Rolex. "Hey McCloy," Petersen says. "What do you say?" "Yeah, but they think AIDS is a new band from England," Price points out. SIMMONS, ADDIE ROSE 18 FOX, ANDREW 40 21-MAR-1939 9-553 "I have to return some videos," I lie again, handing her my empty champagne glass, just as another camera flashes somewhere. I walk away. "I can't." She laughs, putting on her sunglasses. SHELTON, LUD I. 23 COX, ANNIE B. 18 16-MAY-1915 6-44 "Men," I announce: "Look who approaches." SWAYZIE, BARTON H. 32 SWAYZIE, MURRENER A. 17 28-MAY-1903 4-206 SIPES, DENNIS LYNN 17 WOLFE, JUDY LYNN 19 26-JUN-1965 14-403 another wall stacked solely with thousands of compact discs encased in glass cabinets. A chandelier by Eric Schmidt hung in the front entranceway, below it stood an Atomic Ironworks steel moose hatrack by a Young sculptor I'd never heard of. A round nineteenth-century Russian dining table sat in a room adjacent to the kitchen, but had no chairs. Spooky photographs by Cindy Sherman lined the walls everywhere. There was an exercise room. There were eight walk-in closets, five VCRs, a Noguchi glass and walnut dining table, a hall table by Marc Schaffer and a fax machine. There was a topiary tree in the master bedroom next to a Louis XVI window bench. An Eric Fischl painting hung over one of the marble fireplaces. There was a tennis court. There were two saunas and an indoor Jacuzzi in a small guesthouse that sat by the pool, which was black-bottomed. There were stone columns in odd places. She's asking me about Tim. "Where do you think that rascal has been? Rumor is he's at Sachs," she says ominously. Later, around two, in bed, I'm unable to sleep. Evelyn catches me on call waiting while I'm listening to messages on 976-TWAT and watching a tape on the VCR of this morning's Patty Winters Show which is about Deformed People. "Go over and give the dwarf head - will that shut you'up?" Price says. "I mean how impressed can you get, McDermott?" She gets up from behind her desk and follows me in. "Oh? And what should I say?" she asks, amused. "I mean no one's dealing with the homicide squad yet or anything, right?" I ask. "I just want to know if Luis comes does this mean that Courtney will come too?" he wonders again. SHELBY, MILDRED 19 HARVEY, CARL 24 29-MAR-1930 8-142 Da questo dilemma non credo si possa uscire con qualche ottimistica prospettazione per il futuro. Non basta - mi permetto di sottolinearlo - chiedere la collaborazione dei cittadini; certamente è cosa da fare ed è opportuno l'auspicio, ma lei sa benissimo che in questo caso entra in gioco la paura. Evelyn, in an attempt to start a conversation, says, after what seems like a long, thoughtful silence, "Vanden goes to Camden." She stands there, nods once. Huey Lewis and the News burst out of San Francisco onto the national music scene at the beginning of the decade, with their self-titled rock pop album released by Chrysalis, though they really didn't come into their own, commercially or artistically, until their 1983 smash, Sports. Though their roots were visible (blues, Memphis soul, country) on Huey Lewis and the News they seemed a little too willing to cash in on the late seventies/early eighties taste for New Wave, and the album - though it's still a smashing debut - seems a little too stark, too punk. Examples of this being the drumming on the first single, "Some of My Lies Are True (Sooner or Later)," and the fake handclaps on "Don't Make Me Do It" as well as the organ on "Taking a Walk." Even though it was a little bit strained, their peppy boy-wants-girl lyrics and the energy with which Lewis, as a lead singer, instilled all the songs were refreshing. Having a great lead guitarist like Chris Hayes (who also shares vocals) doesn't hurt either. Hayes' s "Patrick," she says. "I have two tickets." SHIELDS, NEMI 21 MARKS, MARY 18 C 04-DEC-1927 7-367 SMITH, MATT 22 NEAL, NETTIE 18 24-JAN-1912 5-294 SIMMONS, MARTHA JEAN 25 DEMERY, EDWARD LEWIS 21 23-JUL-1977 16-283 "I think something bad is going to happen," I tell her. "Sometimes, Jean," I explain, "the lines separating appearance - what you see - and reality - what you don't - become, well, blurred." Later, predictably, she's tied to the floor, naked, on her back, both feet, both hands, tied to makeshift posts that are connected to boards which are weighted down with metal. The hands are shot full of nails and her legs are spread as wide as possible. A pillow props her ass up and cheese, Brie, has been smeared across her open cunt, some of it even pushed up into the vaginal cavity. She's barely gained consciousness and when she sees me, standing over her, naked, I can imagine that my virtual absence of humanity fills her with mind-bending horror. I've situated the body in front of the new Toshiba television set and in the VCR is an old tape and appearing on the screen is the last girl I filmed. I'm wearing a Joseph Abboud suit, a tie by Paul Stuart, shoes by J. Crew, a vest by someone Italian and I'm kneeling on the floor beside a corpse, eating the girl's brain, gobbling it down, spreading Grey Poupon over hunks of the pink, fleshy meat. "It's traditional," I say, still glaring at McDermott. "But it's also more comfortable." The security guard nods unsurely and moves hesitantly back to his post. She says nothing, just looks at me like I'm the opposite of civilization or something. Maddeningly he writes something else down, then asks, without looking up, chewing on the tip of the pen, "Where did Paul hang out?" Se per il primo episodio si può anche pensare ad una situazione sfuggita di mano agli organizzatori, l’assalto alla libreria Feltrinelli appare come un’azione preordinata al fine di inasprire le tensioni e acquisire spazi politici nell’area antagonista. "I'm okay," I tell him, swallowing. "Just… existing." In the limousine, dropping her off at Nell's, where we're supposed to have drinks with Meredith Taylor, Louise Samuelson and Pierce Towers, I tell Courtney that I need to score some drugs and I promise that I'll be back before midnight. "Oh, and tell Nell I say hi," I add casually. SPEARS, HATTIE MAE 38 WOODS, HARRY BARTLEY 42 15-MAR-1985 17-81 "Hey, watch it," I warn. "Listen, Mr. Owen says we can take his car. I'm… oh damn. I mean I'm Marcus." "But wait, we're not having Mexican, are we?" I say. "Am I confused? Aren't we going to Zeus Bar?" SMITH, Jo ANN 18 MILLER, ROBERT DON 21 21-JUL-1959 13-200 (3-01838) (17 novembre 2004) SMITH, ZELL 21 HOLMES, (Ms) HERNDON 18 15-AUG-1919 6-300 I put down my fork and shut my eyes. "Why are you constantly undermining my stability?" SHIELDS, ELZIE 35 MEEKINS, NELLIE 29 C 27-OCT-1954 12-555 We stand there in the hallway facing each other. Everyone is very uptight at the concert Carruthers drags us to in New Jersey this evening, an Irish band called U2 who were on the cover of Time magazine last week. The tickets were originally for a group of Japanese clients who canceled their trip to New York at the last minute, making it virtually impossible for Carruthers (or so he says) to sell these front-row seats. So it's Carruthers and Courtney, Paul Owen and Ashley Cromwell, and Evelyn and myself. Earlier, when I found out that Paul Owen was coming, I tried to call Cecilia Wagner, Marcus Halberstam's girlfriend, since Paul Owen seems fairly sure that I'm Marcus, and though she was flattered by my invitation (I always suspected I was one of her crushes) she had to attend a black-tie party for the opening of the new British musical Maggie! But she did mention something about lunch next week and I told her I would give her a call on Thursday. I was supposed to have dinner with Evelyn tonight, but the thought of sitting alone with her during a two-hour m "It was," she agrees. SMITH, (M) LANA 36 GATES, JAMES 49 11-JAN-1891 3-102 "Yes you did," I tell him. "In your sleep you ordered this. You ordered this in your sleep." SALLY, MARY SUE 17 DARROUGH, JEFF 28 18-DEC-1934 9-37 SIMS, (M) MOLLY 63 SHELBY, GRADY 72 06-APR-1973 15-617 "What did you say?" As if in slow motion, like in a movie, she turns around. Phil Collins' solo efforts seem to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying in a narrower way, especially No Jacket Required and songs like "In the Air Tonight" and "Against All Odds" (though that song was overshadowed by the masterful movie from which it came) and "Take Me Home" and "Sussudio" (great, great song; a personal favorite) and his remake of "You Can't Hurry Love," which I'm not alone in thinking is better than the Supremes' original. But I also think that Phil Collins works better within the confines of the group than as a solo artist - and I stress the word artist. In fact it applies to all three of the guys, because Genesis is still the best, most exciting band to come out of England in the 1980s. "Yes?" she sniffs. SCROGGINS, MATTIE 20 BELL, T.E. 23 23-SEP-1880 1-402 SMITH, KAREN D. 26 HERREN, PHILLIP A. 25 30-OCT-1987 17-255 "What does that mean?" I ask, offended. STALEY, WILLIE 66 BANKS, (M) LIZIE 50 18-JUL-1890 3-66 "Well, I went to Le Rosay," Evelyn starts, "and then to business school in Switzerland." STEWART AMY MICHELE 19 HISAW, KENNETH J. 21 05-JUL-1986 17-152 "Patrick what are you doing?" she calls from the bedroom. "Bill Septor," he says, shrugging. "I think Septor or Skeptor." Craig winces. "Oh fuck you. I want a blow job, Bateman. I want a chick who's gonna let me-" "Where?" Reeves. "Meredith's a fag hag," Price explains, unfazed, "that's why I'm dumping her." CUNEO, 29 marzo 2003 Naturalmente il mio appello era ed è rivolto innanzitutto alla società civile partenopea, perché sono convinto che i cittadini onesti e laboriosi, stringendosi attorno alle istituzioni, possono riaffermare la legalità, riaprire la strada allo sviluppo e riprendersi finalmente il destino della loro città. Le reazioni che ci sono state, il dibattito a tratti appassionante che si è aperto e le iniziative che ne sono scaturite testimoniano l'esistenza di grandi riserve di vitalità civile. I turn around. He shrugs, thinks about it and looks confused. "Hey, baby - reindeer, elves, Grinches, brokers… Hell, what's the difference long as the Cristal flows, hey?" He chuckles, nudging me in the ribs. "Ain't that right, Mr. Grinch?" "You are sick," I tell him. SUMLER, LEE 21 VAUGHN, NANCY 17 C 23-JUL-1955 12-589 Concludo, signor Presidente, tornando alla "questione napoletana". Se davvero teniamo al futuro della città, se davvero vogliamo che per i suoi giovani ci sia a Napoli - e non altrove - un futuro diverso, migliore, senza droga e senza violenza, allora dobbiamo avere il coraggio di dirci le cose con franchezza, anche a costo di essere crudi. Personalmente, non ho difficoltà a farlo, ben sapendo che il medico pietoso rende la piaga purulenta. "Oh yes, Evelyn," I tell her. "It's very Christmasy and I'm truthful, not lying." "You're so kind, mister. You're kind. You're a kind man," he blubbers. "I can tell." STEWART, ANNIE 24 BROOCH, JESSIE T. 22 16-APR-1916 6-101 Ella, signor Ministro, ha visitato Napoli nei giorni scorsi, provando purtroppo inutilmente a rasserenare gli animi, ed ha lanciato un monito importante, ma limitato per la ricaduta che ha avuto sul territorio: ricostruire la coscienza civica è l'unica risorsa sulla quale disegnare un nuovo, diverso percorso di legalità. STURGIS, MAY 18 LEDBETTER, C.P. 24 12-JUN-1920 6-365 "An off-the-shoulder ball gown with velvet bodice and a floral-patterned lace skirt by Laura Marolakos, I think." rilevato: SAELOR, MARY 18 BRADLEY, A.G. 25 09-JUN-1907 5-17 motions for me, explaining that he's Bob Hope's younger brother, No Hope. He holds out a Styrofoam coffee cup. I think this is funny so I give him a quarter. I'm twenty minutes late. From an open window on Tenth Street I can hear the last strains of "A Day in the Life" by the Beetles. "You know," I finally say. "It will probably be impossible to get a reservation there." "You know," I say, "it's possible to act differently from how one actually feels to get sex, guys. I hope I'm not causing you to relose your innocence, McDermott." I start walking faster, trying to keep up with Tim. "Maybe." I button up the front of my shirt, wondering why I even came here in the first place. "No." She opens her handbag, looking for something. SMITH, HAYES 24 HOY, ABBIE 23 25-FEB-1928 7-400 "I do not appreciate this, Patrick," Evelyn is saying. Luis Carruthers is still standing at the bar waiting for a drink. Now it looks to me like his silk bow tie is by Agnes B. It's all unclear. ROMA, 6 novembre 2004 "Its called Dorsia," she says, then, "Patrick, are you okay?" STANLEY, SHARON MARIE 18 WYATT, ROBERT HOLDEN 21 09-FEB-1965 14-363 "Hey McDermott," Price cackles. "Throw him your tie." "You sure did," I scream. "How did you get it?" SHILLEY, J.E. 28 TUCKER, ALLIE 19 16-FEB-1891 3-114 There's a pause. "Hold on," McDermott says. "He's on the other line. I'll ask him." "Really?" he asks, vaguely concerned. "That's interesting," he says, smiling, hands clasped together behind his back. "Not great?" "I know that, I know that," I say. 'Jeez, you're like a broken record. I'm trying to help you…" My impatience rises. STONE, LOUISE 19 ASHCRAFT, R.L. 24 09-JAN-1942 10-308 Embarrassed, Evelyn asks, "Must you be so overly polite?" "Please stop inviting your 'artiste' friends over," Tim says tiredly. "I'm sick of being the only one at dinner who hasn't talked to an extraterrestrial." STELL, LUCILLE 19 COLLIN, J.D. 30 16-MAR-1926 7-264 She's right, but I'm not saying anything - just staring across the office at the George Stubbs painting that hangs on the wall, wondering if I should move it, thinking maybe it's too close to the Aiwa AM/FM stereo receiver and the dual cassette recorder and the semiautomatic belt-drive turntable, the graphic equalizer, the matching bookshelf speakers, all in twilight blue to match the color scheme of the office. The Stubbs painting should probably go over the life-size Doberman that's in the corner ($700 at Beauty and the Beast in Trump Tower) or maybe it would look better over the Pacrizinni antique table that sits next to the Doberman. I get up and move all these sporting magazines from the forties - they cost me thirty bucks apiece - that I bought at Funchies, Bunkers, Gaks and Gleeks, and then I lift the Stubbs painting off the wall and balance it on the table then sit back at my desk and fiddle with the pencils I keep in a vintage German beer stein I got from Man-tiques. The Stubbs looks good in either p "My… my need to engage in… homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be, um, corrected," I tell her, measuring each word carefully. "But I… have no other way to express my blocked… needs." I'm surprised at how emotional this admission makes me, and it wears me down; I feel light-headed. As usual, Evelyn misses the essence of what I'm saying, and I wonder how long it will take to finally rid myself of her. "Or an AR-15. You'd like it, Evelyn: it's the most expensive of guns, but worth every penny." I wink at her. But she's still talking; she doesn't hear a word; nothing registers. She does not fully grasp a word I'm saying. My essence is eluding her. She stops her onslaught and breathes in and looks at me in a way that can only be described as dewy-eyed. Touching my hand, my Rolex, she breathes in once more, this time expectantly, and says, "We should do it." SETZER, BEN C. 32 SPHARLER, (M) BESS BETTY* 24 31-JUL-1929 8-42 "But Mr. Sourpuss was late," she pouts, shaking that damn piece of mistletoe at me accusingly. "And not a word about the Waldorf salad." BRUTTI Massimo (DS-U). Domando di parlare. SIPES, CAL Jr 29 RHODUS, MARY LOIS 22 17-SEP-1963 14-212 SPEED, THOMAS W. 21 ROUNDS, PATRICIA ANNETTE 18 30-AUG-1960 13-303 "Paul Owen. You know," I say. "Your customer." Evelyn gasps and squeezes my shoulder. "Patrick." "You are orange." He laughs, on his knees, his head in her lap. "You look orange." "I thought Cindy was going to this plant or tree - this bush benefit," I say. per rendere l’idea di quanta pioggia si sia riversata solo sul territorio brindisino è sufficiente citare il dato pubblicato dal meteorologo dell’European Geophysical Society, che ha calcolato in 280 mm l’acqua caduta nei quattro giorni, pari alla pioggia che solitamente cade in un anno; Credo che dobbiamo intenderci sul punto delle cose concrete da fare. Per esempio, sappiamo benissimo che i punti di ingresso della camorra nell'economia legale sono essenzialmente due: gli immobili e gli esercizi commerciali. Stiamo riuscendo a fermare o almeno a frenare l'ingresso della camorra attraverso questi due canali? La risposta è che non ci stiamo riuscendo per nulla. STEWART, MICHAEL GENE 20 HOLLEY, CAROLYN ROSE 21 28-DEC-1974 16-116 SMITH, JENNIE 18 FRANKLIN, H.F. 22 24-APR-1904 4-268 PRESIDENTE. Comunico che il Presidente del Consiglio dei ministri ha inviato la seguente lettera: "Did you find drugs?" Van Patten shouts. "We saw Ricardo." SMITH, ALEXANDER 22 CHILDERS, ELIZA 18 02-DEC-1894 3-296 SMITH, RUFUS 26 SEARCY, MAUD 23 21-JUN-1904 4-282 "Anyway, I was going to tell you what happened to Melania and Taylor and…" She notices something and in the same sentence adds, sighing, "…stop looking at my chest, Patrick. Look at me, not my chest. Now anyway, Taylor Grassgreen and Melania were… You know Melania, she went to Sweet Briar. Her father owns all those banks in Dallas? And Taylor went to Cornell. Anyway, they were supposed to meet at the Cornell Club and then they had a reservation at Mondrian at seven and he was wearing…" She stops, retraces. "No. Le Cygne. They were going to Le Cygne and Taylor was…" She stops again. "Oh god, it was Mondrian. Mondrian at seven and he was wearing a Piero Dimitri suit. Melania had been shopping. I think she'd been to Bergdorf's, though I'm not positive - but anyway, oh yes… it was Bergdorf's because she was wearing the scarf at the office the other day, so anyway, she hadn't been to her aerobics class for something like two days and they were mugged on one of-" "Well, you went to Sarah Lawrence for one thing," I tell her. "You never know." She pauses. "Now? It's" - she checks her witch - "almost midnight. SADLER, VERDA 19 THOMASON, V.O. 21 15-AUG-1920 6-378 The waiter brings our drinks - two bottles of San Pellegrino water. Scene Two. Morning "You practically own that damn company," she moans. "What work? What work do you do? I don't understand." SAUNDERS, JAMES THOMAS 24 REED, PENNIE RENEE 23 10-NOV-1986 17-181 "Don't make any trouble," she says. I've pulled out my wallet, pretending to drop a dollar into his empty coffee can, but then realize: Why bother pretending? No one's watching anyway, definitely not him. I retract the dollar, leaning in. He senses my presence and stops shaking the can. The sunglasses he wears don't even begin to cover the wounds I inflicted. His nose is so junked up I can't imagine a person breathing through it. "Oh hi," she says. "Listen, I'm on the other line. Can I call you back?" A slow dissolve and Price is bounding up the steps outside the brownstone Evelyn's father bought her, grumbling about how he forgot to return the tapes he rented last night to Video Haven. He rings the bell. At the brownstone next to Evelyn's, a woman - high heels, great ass - leaves without locking her door. Price follows her with his gaze and when he hears footsteps from inside coming down the hallway toward us he turns around and straightens his Versace tie ready to face whoever. Courtney opens the door and she's wearing a Krizia cream silk blouse, a Krizia rust tweed skirt and silk-satin d'Orsay pumps from Manolo Blahnik. il piano industriale prevedeva una diminuzione della quota azionaria dei soci originari, ITAM Molise e Sviluppo Italia, l'ingresso di nuovi soci quali Finmolise e la International Merchant Bank, nonché delle aziende Centenari e Zinelli a partire dal 2005, il reintegro sul posto di lavoro di 104 dipendenti e lo sviluppo di un significativo polo tessile molisano intorno alla nuova azienda TSM; STEWART, (M) RUBY L. 40 McGARITY, JAMES E. 38 27-APR-1964 14-286 SMITH, MINNIE 18 ANDREWS, JOHN 21 17-DEC-1891 3-154 SWISHER, STEPHEN LEE 33 SWISHER, ROSALIE ELAINE 28 17-JUL-1979 16-388 "Like what? Mom ate her pillow? What?" "Anyway, listen," McDermott says. "She would… are you ready?" He pauses dramatically. "She would only give me a hand job, and get this… she kept her glove on." He sits back in his chair and sips his drink in a smug, satisfied sort of way. "Why not? The phone strike's over," I joke, sort of. "You can always put it in your cafй au lait," this prissy voice in the next stall cries out. "Oh yes," I murmur, having forgotten that it was already open. STANISCI - Al Ministro delle politiche agricole e forestali - Premesso che: The worry that flickers across Evelyn's face when she hears this is instantaneously replaced by a smiling and remarkably good-natured mask and she says, "Oh Stash, you know I don't have chocolate chip, though admittedly that's pretty exotic for a sorbet. I told you I have cherimoya, cactus pear, carambola, I mean cactus fruit-" SMITH, ANNA 25 NEAL, CLARK E. 27 C 28-SEP-1940 10-142 SHEFFORD, GERTRUDE 16 PIERCE, ALLEN 24 25-AUG-1907 5-24 Interpellanze e interrogazioni, annunzio "Definitely," I murmur, staring at the dwarf as he waddles away. "Who?" Price won't turn his head. STANLEY, ANDREA KAY 22 HARTLEY, JOHN CHARLES 22 25-NOV-1973 16-32 "Conventional wisdom has it that it is no longer the 'in' place to dine," she says. "Oh honey," she says, throwing her arms around me, hugging my head. "Lunch at Le Cirque? You're the best. You're not the Grinch. I take it back. Thursday? Is Thursday good for you? Oh no. I can't do it Thursday. Herbal wrap. But how's Friday? And do we really want to go to La Cirque? How about-" SULLIVANT, LESLIE C. 20 GARNER, VICKY DARLENE 21 20-JUL-1984 17-51 SCOTT, SOPHRONA 23 STUBBLEFIELD, JOHN 22 25-NOV-1922 7-48 Lo svolgimento delle interrogazioni all'ordine del giorno è così esaurito. "Oh bullshit," Timothy says. "I remember talking to him at Odeon." He turns to me again. "This was when he ordered the tuna cappuccino and I'm sure if left unattended would have ordered the salmon au lait, and he told me he did parties, so that technically makes him - I don't know, correct me if I'm wrong, Evelyn - a caterer. He's a caterer!" Price cries out. "Not a fucking sculptor!" PRESIDENTE. Avverto che il senatore Peruzzotti ha comunicato alla Presidenza la propria volontà di trasformare l’interrogazione 3-01833 in un’interrogazione con richiesta di risposta scritta, che prenderà il numero 4-07717. SCARLETT, SHARON ANN 18 ASHCRAFT, JAMES R. 21 22-JAN-1963 14-93 SWAYZIE, MURRENER A. 17 SWAYZIE, BARTON H. 32 28-MAY-1903 4-206 "Oh my god," I moan. "I had to rent some videotapes. I mean I had to return some videos." "What Armenian chick?" McDermott asks, exasperated, craning his neck. "Are you guys really going there?" she asks. SHELBY, ROBERT 30 OWEN, RUSSIA 30 01-NOV-1927 7-356 "We are totally booked," the maоtre d' shouts out smugly. SMITH, J.W. 26 CRANE, EPSY 22 28-JAN-1894 3-257 "No. just…" I start, confused, irritated. "Just… sensible." "Patrick," she warns. "Turn on the light." "I don't recognize him," she says. "P & P?" "Just buy some downstairs if you have to, for god's sake," she whines. e Conran's Memorial Day sale weeks ago, and finally he notices the newspapers - copies of USA Today and W and The New York Times - spread out beneath him, covering the floor, to protect the polished white-stained oak from his blood. I move toward him with the ax in one hand, and with my other I button up the raincoat. STANLEY, EVERETT JACKSON 48 STANLEY, ILENA 40 31-JUL-1953 12-473 STEVENSON, CORA 22 WADKINS, WM 37 24-DEC-1905 4-383 "No. Oh no," Van Patten says ominously. "He hasn't spotted us yet." STEWART, GEORGE 24 WILSON, (M) PEARLIE 25 C 07-SEP-1924 7-157 She stands there, confused, until nervously moving toward the counter, ticket in hand. "Isn't it ridiculous? Coming all the way up here, but you know they really are the best." He tries to kiss me on the lips but I back away, into the stall door, accidentally closing it. I drop my hands from Luis's neck and he takes them and immediately places them back. I drop them once again and stand there contemplating my next move, but I'm immobile. es - looks like it's frowning. I get very tired looking at it and though I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm utterly spent, I still have a lunch appointment at Odeon with Jem Davies and Alana Burton at one. That's very important to me and I have to debate whether I should cancel it or not. mantenimento del collegamento tra il Banco di Sicilia e il territorio, con la nomina di almeno due membri, dei quali uno assumerà la carica di Vicepresidente, del Consiglio di amministrazione del Banco di Sicilia su designazione della Regione, e con la nomina di almeno un membro effettivo del collegio sindacale del Banco di Sicilia su designazione della Regione; Luis spots me, smiles weakly, then, if I'm not mistaken, blushes and turns back to the bar. Bartenders always ignore Luis for some reason. "By all means," I spit out, then, calming down, smile reassuringly at Bethany. She comes into the office five minutes later with the Perrier, a wedge of lime and the Ransom file, which she did not need to bring, and I am vaguely touched by her almost total devotion to me. I can't help but be flattered. SOURHEAVER, TAMMIE 19 BARNES, C.A. 42 25-AUG-1929 8-50 "Because," he screams over the music, grabbing me by the collar, "we need some Bolivian Marching Powder…" "He said carpaccio," she counters, running the cotton ball over her eyelids. "Pull out," she groans, struggling. che con l'arrivo di un funzionario proveniente da Vodafone, la Wind ha iniziato un'attività in ambito discografico con acquisto di ingenti quantitativi di CD dati in omaggio ai clienti; She stares at me, uncomprehending, then, actually looking crestfallen, says, "Ted Madison called and so did James Baker. They want to meet you at Fluties at six." che la indifferenza istituzionale locale impone al Governo, considerata la gravità degli eventi delittuosi, di varare una legislazione d’emergenza istituendo l’alto commissario per la lotta alla camorra, Il Senato approva il processo verbale della seduta pomeridiana di ieri. SAWTELLE, LOIS A. 19 DRYE, JIMMIE L. Jr 27 25-FEB-1974 16-51 "I said," and I repeat myself calmly, grinning, "do not wear that outfit again. Wear a dress. A skirt or something." "You look thin, Daisy, you're making me sick. Anyway, this is Alison Poole, who is also too thin and makes me sick," Francesca says, lightly slapping my hands covering the sorbet, pulling the dish back toward her. "And this is Daisy Milton and Patrick-" Back at my apartment his body is already in rigor mortis, and after wrapping it up in four cheap terry-cloth towels I also bought at the Conran's Memorial Day sale, I place Owen headfirst and fully dressed into a Canalino goose-down sleeping bag, which I zip up then drag easily into the elevator, then through the lobby, past the night doorman, down the block, where briefly I run into Arthur Crystal and Kitty Martin, who've just had dinner at Cafй Luxembourg. Luckily Kitty Martin is supposed to be dating Craig McDermott, who is in Houston for the night, so they don't linger, even though Crystal - the rude bastard - asks me what the general rules of wearing a white dinner jacket are. After answering him curtly I hail a taxi, effortlessly manage to swing the sleeping bag into the backseat, hop in and give the driver the address in Hell's Kitchen. Once there I carry the body up four flights of stairs until we're at the unit I own in the abandoned building and I place Owen's body into an oversize porcelain t He pats my back, says, "You're a madman, Batsman. An animal. A total animal." "Does he ever use that rowing machine I got him?" I actually wonder. (3-01837) (17 novembre 2004) I worked out heavily at the gym after leaving the office today but the tension has returned, so I do ninety abdominal crunches, a hundred and fifty push-ups, and then I run in place for twenty minutes while listening to the new Huey Lewis CD. I take a hot shower and afterwards use a new facial scrub by Caswell-Massey and a body wash by Greune, then a body moisturizer by Lubriderm and a Neutrogena facial cream. I debate between two outfits. One is a wool-crepe suit by Bill Robinson I bought at Saks with this cotton jacquard shirt from Charivari and an Armani tie. Or a wool and cashmere sport coat with blue plaid a cotton shirt and pleated wool trousers by Alexander Julian, with a polka-dot silk tie by Bill Blass. The Julian might be a little too warm for May but if Patricia's wearing this outfit by Karl Lagerfeld that I think she's going to, then maybe I will go with the Julian, because it would go well with her suit. The shoes are crocodile loafers by A. Testoni. I click back to the other line. "Yeah. Same Bat Time, same Bat Channel," Van Patten says, nudging me. It's very quiet in the office right now. The room suddenly seems cramped and sweltering and even though the air-conditioning is on full blast, the air seems fake, recycled. "Come on, just meet us there," I say. "I'm sorry." "No," I sigh. "Just your fiancй." Helplessly I take out my new gazelleskin wallet and quickly, my fingers freezing, numb, hand him the cash, which amounts to only three hundred dollars since I didn't have time to stop at an automated teller before the power breakfast. Solly, I'm guessing, was the cabdriver I killed during the chase scene last fall, even though that guy was Armenian. I suppose I could have killed another one and I am just not recalling this particular incident. "Milbank Tweed," she says. "That's where I am." Una ventina di aderenti del movimento antagonista ha effettuato una manifestazione di protesta contro il caro vita all'interno del supermercato "Unes" invitando la clientela a pretendere alle casse uno sconto del 10 per cento sulla spesa effettuata. Nell'occasione sono stati esposti due striscioni riportanti la dicitura "Contro il caro vita difendiamo i nostri bisogni - 10 per cento di sconto -pretendilo alla cassa supermercati Unes - disobbedienti". And on a rainy Tuesday morning, after working out at Xclusive, I stop by Paul Owen's apartment on the Upper East Side. One hundred and sixty-one days have passed since I spent the night in it with the two escort girls. There has been no word of bodies discovered in any of the city's four newspapers or on the local news; no hints of even a rumor floating around. I've gone so far as to ask people - dates, business acquaintances - over dinners, in the halls of Pierce & Pierce, if anyone has heard about two mutilated prostitutes found in Paul Owen's apartment. But like in some movie, no one has heard anything, has any idea of what I'm talking about. There are other things to worry over: the shocking amount of laxative and speed that the cocaine in Manhattan is now being cut with, Asia in the 1990s, the virtual impossibility of landing an eight o'clock reservation at PR, the new Tony McManus restaurant on Liberty Island, crack. So what I'm assuming is that, essentially, like, no bodies have been found. For all I k "I can't…" He chokes, then swallows. "I can't find a shelter." "Big fun. Very big fun." FORMISANO (Mar-DL-U). Signor Presidente, signor Ministro, l’"Italia dei Valori" pensa che la sicurezza dei cittadini non abbia colore politico e quindi il ragionamento che svilupperemo si inserirà nel clima unitario di rapporto tra le varie istituzioni, locali e centrali, e di comprensione e collaborazione tra le forze politiche. Tuttavia, ciò non ci esime dal formulare proposte che in parte vanno anche in controtendenza con alcuni dei dati che lei forniva. "I don't know what you're talking about," Evelyn says and resumes brushing her hair. "Patrick, escort your friend out of here." "Sea urchins," Owen says, scanning the room. "Meredith loves the sea urchins there." "I've been great," I say. "And you?" "Go ahead. Forget it," Daniel says, staring at his nose in the mirror, waving her away. "I said take a hike." STRINGFELLOW, DAVID 22 TRAMMELL, RUTHIE LEE 18 23-OCT-1932 8-429 SAELER, WILLIE 21 McCOY, PARTHENE 18 15-AUG-1931 8-311 "No, it's okay," I say. "You go ahead." "Oh baby." She pouts into the mirror, looking at me in its reflection. "I know you're not an extraterrestrial." I'm trying to ease one of the hollow plastic tubes from the dismantled Habitrail system up into her vagina, forcing the vaginal lips around one end of it, and even with most of it greased with olive oil, it's not fitting in properly. During this, the jukebox plays Frankie Valli singing "The Worst That Could Happen" and I'm grimly lip-syncing to it, while pushing the Habitrail tube up into this bitch's cunt. I finally have to resort to pouring acid around the outside of the pussy so that the flesh can give way to the greased end of the Habitrail and soon enough it slides in, easily. "I hope this hurts you," I say. Exasperated, I brush the fleck away. "Listen, I, know that your friends are my friends and vice versa. I've thought about that." After a pause I say, breathing in, "You can have them." "Maybe," Evelyn says. "Now make yourself useful and do sit down." FORMISANO (Mar-DL-U). Domando di parlare. SIMPSON, MARTHA J. 25 WITT, D. 22 17-FEB-1878 1-215 Office eal fills me with a nameless dread and so I call and reluctantly explain the schedule changes and she asks if Tim Price is coming and when I tell her no, there is the briefest hesitation before she accepts and then I cancel the reservation Jean made for us at H20, the new Clive Powell restaurant in Chelsea, and leave the office early for a quick aerobics class before the concert. "Oh boy." Van Patter cracks up. '"That's not it." I'm speaking in monotone. SMITH, HENRY 46 CARUTHERS, LILLIE 15-JAN-1907 4-468 Il disegno di legge: "Disposizioni per la formazione del bilancio annuale e pluriennale dello Stato (legge finanziaria 2005)" (3223) è stato trasmesso alla 5^ Commissione permanente, ai sensi e per gli effetti dell'articolo 126, comma 4, del Regolamento. I'm smiling idiotically and then I say, "But what exactly do you mean, Harold?" Secretly thinking to myself that this fat bastard couldn't possibly have gotten into the fucking Groucho Club, and even if he had, to admit it in such a fashion obliterates the fact that his entrance was accepted. "But-" She's confused. "Didn't your father-" "Why her?" I'm asking no one in particular. My card lies on the table, ignored next to an orchid in a blue glass vase. Gently I pick it up and slip it, folded, back into my wallet. "Designer?" I ask suspiciously. I place the tumbler on the nightstand and roll over on top of her. While I kiss and lick her neck she stares passionlessly at the wide-screen Panasonic remote-control television set and lowers the volume. I pull my Armani shirt up and place her hand on my torso, wanting her to feel how rock-hard, how halved my stomach is, and I flex the muscles, grateful it's light in the room so she can see how bronzed and defined my abdomen has become. "I don't want to talk about this," I say, cutting her off. "But yes, Bethany. Yes." "Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed." '"Thanks guy, but…" I can't tell if he's being sarcastic but it makes me feel proud in a way and I try to downplay my good looks by saying, "She's got a lousy personality." he suit I'm wearing. "As I was saying, Patrick" - she glares at me, but in a playful way that makes me sick - "I think.you know that, well, time is running out. That biological clock just won't stop ticking," she says, and I'm thinking: My god, it took only two glasses of chardonnay to get her to admit this? Christ, what a lightweight. "I want to have children." "I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and… stuff." "Have her do it, idiot," Price says. "What are you, demented?" "Good girl," I say before hanging up. I have a great secretary. SULLIVAN, (M) DOSIA 30 SHARLOTTE, J.W. 40 22-MAR-1906 4-408 "I don't either," I say suddenly. "Why Mexican?" SMITH, MARY EMMA 18 BRAGG, JOHN WESLEY 22 28-JAN-1894 3-257 "Roma, 18 novembre 2004 SMITH, DANIEL E. 20 LIVINGSTON, MARY 10-NOV-1895 3-339 sale at the boutique on Madison… two weeks ago! and though I figured out that one of the doormen probably withheld the card to piss me off, it still doesn't erase the fact that I missed the fucking sale, and dwelling over this loss while wandering down Central Park West somewhere around Seventy-sixth, Seventy-fifth, it strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place. Alison gets up without looking over at me. "I'm going to find Skip downstairs and dance." She walks away. STEGER, OATHER B. 19 KENDALL, EMMA OWEN 19 09-SEP-1908 5-86 "Was that yours or mine?" McDermott asks. SKINNER, PEARLIE 17 STEVENS, FRANK 26 26-APR-1905 4-334 "I mean" - I cough - "Mon," and then, with less enthusiasm, "We be, uh, jamming.." STOVER, CHARLES R. 21 JACKS, ELOISE 18 10-AUG-1946 11-232 "Dude," McDermott says, inspecting his tie, clearly offended. PASCARELLA - Ai Ministri delle attività produttive e del lavoro e delle politiche sociali - Premesso che: I don't say anything. I've spent the last hour studying my hair in the mirror I've insisted the hospital keep in my mother's room. SUMNER, RODA A.V. 15 WESTBROOKS, HOLLIS 20 02-OCT-1918 6-247 She's crying. "What do you want me to do, Patrick? Tell me. Please," she begs. "Jayne Simpson's wedding was so beautiful," she sighs. "And the reception afterwards was wild. Club Chernoble, covered by Page Six. Billy covered it. WWD did a layout." Vanden looks over warily, probably drugged to the eyeballs. Stash doesn't move. STILES, HAZEL LOU 17 OVERTON, CURTIS WAYBURN 19 03-JUL-1954 12-534 SHELBY, WALTER 33 LYNN, JOHNNIE 19 22-DEC-1928 7-457 Giacciono dinanzi agli uffici giudiziari di Napoli 2.500 informative di reato e ci si attarda in sottigliezze dicendo che è vero, ma che, di 2.500, ve ne sono 800 davanti al giudice per le indagini preliminari; va bene: e le altre 1.700 dove sono? In procura, evidentemente. Anche questo non va, signor Ministro. Noi abbiamo il dovere di individuare chi ha fatto e chi non ha fatto cosa, solo così arriveremo seriamente alla soluzione del problema. Governo, composizione I'm also staring at the fortune cookie. It's got a lot of blood on it and I shrug and say, as jovially as I can, "Oh, you know me." "What do we want to eat?" Me. SILBERNAGEL, LEONORA 18 LONG, O.W. 21 31-MAY-1935 9-80 "Holy shit," Van Patten exclaims. "I've never seen…" "I remade them,'. McDermott says. "I want to… pulverize a woman's face with a large, heavy brick." SIMS, PRINEST 21 TIDWELL, JEFFIE 20 C 12-NOV-1938 9-500 Il Ministro faceva riferimento alle forze dell’ordine impegnate: è molto curioso però che su 12.960 uomini per due mesi il Ministero dell’interno abbia deciso di tenerne impegnati ben 1.200 a difendere un cantiere ad Acerra dalle azioni contro la costruzione di un inceneritore. È veramente strano che si impegnino oltre 1.000 uomini (ce ne sono stati 240 per turno, quindi 480 al giorno) a presidiare un cantiere dalle azioni contro la costruzione di un inceneritore, mentre a pochi metri vengono consegnati cadaveri all’interno di un auto da parte della camorra. Probabilmente vi è bisogno di una migliore dislocazione delle forze dell’ordine. SHULTS, LINDY 19 NEAL, D.T. 18 21-JUL-1894 3-278 "But it's Christmas," she whines again. She moves toward the sheet the old man holds up. "Oh my, I see," she murmurs. The moment she tentatively touches the sheet the old lady starts jabbering away, and ignoring her, the girl asks me, "What are those?" She looks at the stains again and says, "Oh my." "Oh leave Patrick alone," Evelyn says. "He's the boy next door. That's Patrick. You're not a dufus, are you, honey?" Evelyn is on Mars and I move toward the bar to make myself another drink. "What about?" I come up to her. "Why," I ask, "is Laurence Tisch passing around a tray of canapes?" "Hello, men," Owen says and he introduces the two guys he's with, Trent Moore and someone named Paul Denton. SPARKS, LEDA MAE 18 SULLIVANT, SIDNEY 27 02-NOV-1958 13-131 "Don't tempt me," I warn her, then looking back at Farrell I mutter, "What a creep." I'm wearing a two-button wool suit with pleated trousers by Luciano Soprani, a cotton shirt by Brooks Brothers and a silk tie by Armani. McDermott's got on this wool suit by Lubiam with a linen pocket square by Ashear Bros., a Ralph Lauren cotton shirt and a silk tie by Christian Dior and he's about to toss a coin to see which one of us is going downstairs to fetch the Bolivian Marching Powder since neither one of us wants to sit here in the booth with the girls because though we probably want to fuck them, we don't want to, in fact can't, we've found out, talk to them, not even condescendingly - they simply have nothing to say and, I mean, I know we shouldn't be surprised by this but still it's somewhat disorienting. Taylor is sitting up but his eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open, and though McDermott and I originally thought he was protesting the girls' lack of verbal skills by pretending to be asleep, it dawns on us that perhaps he's authentically shitfaced (he's been near incoherent since the three "Price, you are a bastard, you are so fucking mean to me it hurts," Preston says, laughing. "Anyway, so JFK and Pearl Bailey meet at this party and they go back to the Oval Office to have sex and so they fuck and then JFK goes to sleep and…" Preston stops. "Oh gosh, now what happens… Oh yeah, so Pearl Bailey says Mr. President I wanna fuck you again and so he says I'm going to sleep now and in… thirty-no, wait…" Preston pauses again, confused. "Now… no, sixty minutes… no… okay, thirty minutes I'll wake up and we'll do it again but you've got to keep one hand on my cock and the other on my balls and she says okay but why do I have to keep one hand on your dick and one… one hand on your balls… and…" He notices that Van Patten is idly doodling something on the back of a napkin. "Hey Van Patten - are you listening to me?" "I checked it out; " he says with an odd smile. "It's clean." The three of us, David Van Patten, Craig McDermott and myself, are sitting in the dining room of the Yale Club at lunch. Van Patten is wearing a glen-plaid wool-crepe suit from Krizia Uomo, a Brooks Brothers shirt, a tie from Adirondack and shoes by Cole-Haan. McDermott is wearing a lamb's wool and cashmere blazer, worsted wool flannel trousers by Ralph Lauren, a shirt and tie also by Ralph Lauren and shoes from Brooks Brothers. I'm wearing a tick-weave wool suit with a windowpane overplaid, a cotton shirt by Luciano Barbera, a tie by Luciano Barbera, shoes from Cole-Haan and nonprescription glasses by Bausch & Lomb. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Nazis and, inexplicably, I got a real charge out of watching it. Though I wasn't exactly charmed by their deeds, I didn't find them unsympathetic either, nor I might add did most of the members of the audience. One of the Nazis, in a rare display of humor, even juggled grapefruits and, delighted, I sat up in bed and clapped. Fleetingly I imagine pulling out my knife, slicing a wrist, one of mine, aiming the spurting vein at Armstrong's head or better yet his suit, wondering if he would still continue to talk. I consider getting up without excusing myself, taking a cab to another restaurant, somewhere in SoHo, maybe farther uptown, having a drink, using the rest room, maybe even making a phone call to Evelyn, coming back to Duplex, and every molecule that makes up my body tells me that Armstrong would still be talking about not only his vacation but what seems like the world's vacation in the fucking Bahamas. Somewhere along the line the waiter removes half-eaten appetizers, brings fresh Coronas, free-range chicken with raspberry vinegar and guacamole, calf's liver with shad roe and leeks, and though I'm not sure who ordered what it doesn't really matter since both plates look exactly the same. I end up with the free-range chicken with extra tomatillo sauce, I think. SISSON, BOB 24 GILL, MATTIE MARIE 23 30-MAR-1929 7-478 "Oh sure," she says. Two black guys are sitting with them at the table. Both sport faded jeans, T-shirts, and leather jackets. One has reflector sunglasses on, the other has a shaved head. Both are glaring at me. I stick out my hand at a crooked angle, trying to mimic a rapper. "Hey," I say. "I'm fresh. The freshest, y'know… like, uh, def… the deffest." I take a sip of champagne. "You know… def." "Oh shit, what the hell am I saying?" I ask myself out loud, annoyed. "You and I can have a goddamn business dinner together. Jesus. I'm not going. That's it. I'm not going." STEWART, GINNY MARIE 19 CHAMBLISS, JIMMY WAYNE 22 02-JUL-1983 16-591 She's still gazing out into that wall of darkness, as if looking for a sign from someone invisible. She shifts her stare to meet mine and when I repeat "Do you take American Express?" she looks at me like I'm crazy, but I smile pointlessly anyway while holding the door open and tell her, "I'm joking. Come on, get in." She nods to someone across the street and I guide this girl into the back of the darkened limousine, slamming the door, then locking it. "But my ex-boyfriend, this keyboardist from Sarah Lawrence, he's in the backup band and-" She stops, as if she has already decided to protest my decision. STEWART, JOHN D. 18 GREEN, MARY J. 19 09-APR-1891 3-116 "But I think I told Jeanette and Evelyn to meet us there," I say, bringing my fingers up to my mouth, horrified by this possibility. "You look unhappy," she says, more quietly this time. She touches her hair, stark blinding white, again. "New card." I try to act casual about it but I'm smiling proudly. "What do you think?" "Private trainer," she says. "How about you?" Outside it's muggy and there's a faint drizzle, almost like a mist, lightning but no thunder. I trail McDermott, hoping to confront him, almost bumping into someone in a wheelchair who I remember rolling up to the ropes when we first arrived and the guy's still sitting there, wheels moving up then backing away, up then back on the pavement, totally ignored by the doormen. As if unsure, he says, "No, I'm okay." SMITH, J.M. 40 HOLLOWAY, (M) HESTER 30 31-DEC-1917 6-208 May slides into June which slides into July which creeps toward August. Because of the heat I've had intense dreams the last four nights about vivisection and I'm doing nothing now, vegetating in my office with a sickening headache and a Walkman with a soothing Kenny G CD playing in it, but the bright midmorning sunlight floods the room, piercing my skull, causing my hangover to throb, and because of this, there's no workout this morning. Listening to the music I notice the second light on my phone blinking off and on, which means that Jean is buzzing me. I sigh and carefully remove the Walkman. "Ask me a question," I tell her, feeling suddenly, well, spontaneous. STEWART, FLORA 18 MURPHY, CLAUD 27 09-JAN-1932 8-349 "Of course I had the meat loaf, and the squab, and the marlin," Van Patten says. "Jean can you bring Mr…" I stop, look up. SEYMORE, EDMOND GRAY 21 CHILDRESS, NANNIE LEE 19 24-DEC-1938 9-525 The rat hurls itself against the glass cage as I move it from the kitchen into the living room. It refused to eat what was left of the other rat I had bought it to play with last week, that now lies dead, rotting in a corner of the cage. (For the last five days I've purposefully starved it.) I set the glass cage down next to the girl and maybe because of the scent of the cheese the rat seems to go insane, first running in circles, mewling, then trying to heave its body, weak with hunger, over the side of the cage. The rat doesn't need any prodding and the bent coat hanger I was going to use remains untouched by my side and with the girl still conscious, the thing moves effortlessly on newfound energy, racing up the tube until half of its body disappears, and then after a minute - its rat body shaking while it feeds - all of it vanishes, except for the tail, and I yank the Habitrail tube out of the girl, trapping the rodent. Soon even the tail disappears. The noises the girl is making are, for the most part, i in the white marble tub in my bathroom, grunting and moaning like some kind of animal. Then I watched a movie about five lesbians and ten vibrators. Favorite group: Talking Heads. Drink: J&B or Absolut on the rocks. TV show: Late Night with David Letterman. Soda: Diet Pepsi. Water: Evian. Sport: Baseball. "What's going on with Courtney and Luis?" I ask, hoping to break their gaze. SIMS, MOLLIE UNA 57 SHELBY, GRADY 65 15-APR-1967 14-613 SERGENT, (M) REBECCA 46 TAYLOR, GORDON W. 48 21-JAN-1959 13-154 She answers on the third ring. "Hello?" SODANO Tommaso. - Al Presidente del Consiglio dei Ministri e al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: "Ah, that's why. It's so clean. So smooth." She sighs. "Just relax." I leave the office at four-thirty, head up to Xclusive where I work out with free weights for an hour, then taxi across the park to Gio's in the Pierre Hotel for a facial, a manicure and, if time permits, a pedicure. I'm lying on the elevated table in one of the private rooms waiting for Helga, the skin technician, to facialize me. My Brooks Brothers shirt and Garrick Anderson suit hang in the closet, my A. Testoni loafers sit on the floor, thirty-dollar socks from Barney's balled up in them, sixty-dollar boxer shorts from Comme des Garзons are the only article of clothing I'm still wearing. The smock I'm supposed to have on is crumpled next to the shower stall since I want Helga to check my body out, notice my chest, see how fucking buff my abdominals have gotten since the last time I was here, even though she's much older than I am - maybe thirty or thirty-five - and there's no way I'd ever fuck her. I'm sipping a Diet Pepsi that Mario, the valet, brought me, with crushed ice in a glass on the side th SHIRLEY, MAXINE 30 WHITEHEAD, HAROLD L. 35 15-APR-1967 14-620 SMITH, JOYCE 19 GREENLEE, HOLLIS Jr 19 13-JUL-1957 13-53 "Man, your face is on a wanted poster downtown," he says, unflinching. si chiede di conoscere quale sia la valutazione del Governo e quali le iniziative assunte al riguardo. "Come on, you devil," she says, playfully grabbing at my coat pocket. "Come on, what is it?" SIMMONS, ROBERT LEON 42 PETERS, DORIS EVELYN 42 24-JUN-1972 15-550 "Would you like… a cookie?" I ask, reaching into my pocket. che la manifestazione è stata indetta per protestare contro il licenziamento in tronco del componente della RSU e rappresentante per la sicurezza, Massimo Schietroma, della UGL; SMITH, (M) AUSIE BELL 37 WILSON, J.F. 40 01-JAN-1913 5-358 STEWART, LESLIE C. 20 JONES, DOLA 18 09-AUG-1930 8-173 SMITH, BARBARA 19 BALLARD, J.H. 22 29-APR-1957 13-36 "Wheras distilled water has a flat taste and it's usually not for drinking." I find myself yawning. I pause for a long time before saying, "Oh." "Call him back and get one," I say, walking out of the bathroom. "I seem to have misplaced my Zagat." la 3M Italia non effettua investimenti innovativi nel sito casertano da circa quattro anni; "No," Scott says. "I meant what house." SIMS, ANDREA ELIZABETH 21 BERGERON, THEODORE C. IV 22 12-JUL-1991 17-495 But she's not listening; she keeps blabbering something in the same spastic, foreign tongue. I have never firebombed anything and I start wondering how one goes about it - what materials are involved, gasoline, matches… or would it be lighter fluid? "What?" I ask. SCOTT, COLUMBUS 23 HARDRIGHT, ORA 24-AUG-1919 6-304 "I suggest you go," she says. "I'll have the same thing;" I quickly add, my leg jerking up then down uncontrollably beneath the table. "But he's worth eight hundred million," McDermott repeats emphatically. STRAHAN, G.A. 21 TRUCKS, IDA 18 20-FEB-1893 3-204 . suddenly I find myself eyeing a very pretty homeless girl sitting on the steps of a brownstone on Amsterdam, a Styrofoam coffee cup resting on the step below her feet, and as if guided by radar I move toward her, smiling, fishing around in my pocket for change. Her face seems too young and fresh and tan for a homeless person's; it makes her plight all the more heartbreaking. I examine her carefully in the seconds it takes to move from the edge of the sidewalk to the steps leading up to the brownstone where she sits, her head bowed down, staring dumbly into her empty lap. She looks up, unsmiling, after she notices me standing over her. My nastiness vanishes and, wanting to offer something kind, something simple, I lean in, still staring, eyes radiating sympathy into her blank, grave face, and dropping a dollar into the Styrofoam cup I say, "Good luck." "Oh? To what?" she murmurs uninterestedly, craning her neck, looking around the stark, dimly lit, very white room. Today I'm meeting Bethany for lunch at Vanities, the new Evan Kiley bistro in Tribeca, and though I worked out for nearly two hours this morning and even lifted weights in my office before noon, I'm still extremely nervous. The cause is hard to locate but I've narrowed it down to one of two reasons. It's either that I'm afraid of rejection (though I can't understand why: she called me, she wants to see me, she wants to have lunch with me, she wants to fuck me again) or, on the other hand, it could have something to do with this new Italian mousse I'm wearing, which, though it makes my hair look fuller and smells good, feels very sticky and uncomfortable, and it's something I could easily blame my nervousness on. So we wouldn't run out of things to talk about over lunch, I tried to read a trendy new short-story collection called Wok that I bought at Barnes & Noble last night and whose young author was recently profiled in the Fast Track section of New York magazine, but every story started off with the line "W He hugs himself, between sobs, chokes, "I was fired. I was laid off." "We had" - oh my god, Bateman, think up something - "gone to a new musical that just opened, called… Oh Africa, Brave Africa." I gulp. "It was… a laugh riot… and that's about it. I think we had dinner at Orso's… no, Petaluma. No, Orso's." "She married Luis." SAUNDERS, LEVINA 18 HUDDLESTON, W.H. 27 06-JAN-1892 3-155 "And what about a Filofax?" of being a kind date, of apologizing for this evening, for not being able to get into Dorsia (even though Barcadia is twice as expensive for Christ sakes), rubs me the wrong way. The bitch is probably pissed we don't have a limo. Evelyn is talking but I'm not listening. Her dialogue overlaps her own dialogue. Her mouth is moving but I'm not hearing anything and I can't listen, I can't really concentrate, since my rabbit has been cut to look… just… like. . . a… star! Shoestring french fries surround it and chunky red salsa has been smeared across the top of the plate - which is white and porcelain and two feet wide - to give the appearance of a sunset but it looks like one big gunshot wound to me and shaking my head slowly in disbelief I press a finger into the meat, leaving the indentation of one finger, then another, and then I look for a napkin, not my own, to wipe my hand with. Evelyn hasn't broken her monologue - she talks and chews exquisitely - and smiling seductively at her I reach under the table and grab her thigh, wiping my hand off, and still talking she smiles naughtily at me and dips more champagne. I keep studying her face, bored by how beautiful it is, flawless really, and I think to myself how strange it is that Evelyn "We have a reservation there in ten, no, fifteen minutes ago," McDermott says. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Just say no?" Hamlin smiles. "It works?" "Oh god," Elizabeth wails, "it's his machine." "I have," Van Patten says, pausing for maximum impact, "a tanning bed at… home," and then he takes a large bite out of his scallop sausage. "I think you'd look adorable in, oh, a Geoffrey Beene, Taylor," I whine in a high, faggy voice, flopping a limp wrist on his shoulder, but he's sleeping again so it doesn't matter. I remove the hand with a sigh. "Oh Patrick," she sighs, melting. "But what about cleanup?" "No." "She caught me on call waiting. What could I do?" Farrell shrugs. "I apologize." Unable to maintain a credible public persona, I find myself roaming the zoo in Central Park, restlessly. Drug dealers hang out along the perimeter by the gates and the smell of horse shit from passing carriages drifts over them into the zoo, and the tips of skyscrapers, apartment buildings on Fifth Avenue, the Trump Plaza, the AT&T building, surround the park which surrounds the zoo and heightens its unnaturalness. A black custodian mopping the floor in the men's room asks me to flush the urinal after I use it. "Do it yourself, nigger," I tell him and when he makes a move toward me, the flash of a knifeblade causes him to back off. All the information booths seem closed. A blind man chews, feeds, on a pretzel. Two drunks, faggots, console each other on a bench. Nearby a mother breast-feeds her baby, which awakens something awful in me. "Two hundred," he says. "Thirty bucks at the door apiece is not exactly slumming, Evelyn." Then I ask, suspiciously, "Why wasn't Donald Trump invited to your party?" I'm asking Jean, "How many people in this world are like me?" "Like what - take them to dinner at McManus's new restaurant?" McDermott asks. SCOTT, (M) COMALETTA J. 30 MARTIN, JOHN D. 35 29-JUN-1972 15-552 "I'm not late," I say, barely protesting. SMITH, LESTER 27 POWELL, RUTH 26 C 16-MAY-1942 10-344 SAELER, CLIFTON 21 SIMS, SHIRLEY 16 09-MAY-1964 14-289 SMITH, (M) MARY OLIVIA 41 STEPHENSON, J.C. 42 03-APR-1965 14-383 SPAKES, LINDA FAYE 19 VINSON, SAMMIE GENE 18 18-MAR-1966 14-486 SHELBY, IRVIN 22 VANCE, FANNIE 24 15-MAR-1924 7-130 I stop tapping my foot and slowly scan the restaurant, the bistro, wondering how my hair really looks, and suddenly I wish I had switched mousses because since I last saw my hair, seconds ago, it feels different, as if its shape was somehow altered on the walls from bar to table. A pang of nausea that I'm unable to stifle washes warmly over me, but since I'm really dreaming all this I'm able to ask, "So you say there's no nonsmoking section? Is this correct?" She says, "I'm not sure." hing anyway." STEPHENS, LAURA 23 HOLMES, WILLIE 22 30-DEC-1897 3-474 STOVER, DAVID LYNN 19 MASHBURN, BARBARA JUNE 21 02-JUN-1972 15-543 "Come on," I urge her, "where do you want to go? Anywhere you want. Just say it. I can get us in anywhere." "Evelyn," I sigh. "Please." SEGREST, SAMUEL JOHN 21 SMITH, HATTIE LEE 19 C 18-SEP-1954 12-550 "What in the hell does that have to do with Blades?" I ask finally, genuinely confused. "Wipe your mouth." SMITH, ELISABETH ANN 21 POYE, WILLIAM CAROL 20 17-MAY-1958 13-96 "Hardbody." McDermott nods in agreement. "Definitely." La questura, i commissariati e il comando provinciale dell'Arma dei carabinieri hanno stretto, per parte loro, una fitta serie di rapporti con i rappresentanti delle categorie imprenditoriali e degli ordini professionali, mentre, nel contempo, la prefettura ha monitorato alcune aree che sono interessate da investimenti pubblici, coordinando specifici gruppi di lavoro. SINKS, DORA LEE 17 TERRY, W.M. 24 11-JUN-1919 6-287 SMITH, D.B. 52 JACKSON, (M) IVIA 40 24-DEC-1903 4-248 sempre a Scampia nella giornata del 9 novembre 2004 sono state ritrovate in un’auto tre vittime di camorra, SPRINKLE, RICHARD 30 JONES, MANDY MAE 25 C 29-MAR-1966 14-490 SANDERSON, EVELYN ANN 18 COLE, FRANK M. 24 03-APR-1947 11-359 Later - now - I'm telling Tiffany, "I'll let you go, shhh…," and I'm stroking her face, which is slick, owing to tears and Mace, gently, and it burns me that she actually looks up hopefully for a moment before she sees the lit match I'm holding in my hand that I've torn from a matchbook I picked up in the bar at Palio's where I was having drinks with Robert Farrell and Robert Prechter last Friday, and I lower it to her eyes, which she instinctively closes, singeing both eyelashes and brows, then I finally use a Bic lighter and hold it up to both sockets, making sure they stay open with my fingers, burning my thumb and pinkie in the process, until the eyeballs burst. While she's still conscious I roll her over, and spreading her ass cheeks, I nail a dildo that I've tied to a board deep into her rectum, using the nail gun. Then, turning her over again, her body weak with fear, I cut all the flesh off around her mouth and using the power drill with a detachable, massive head I widen that hole while she shakes, p "Where's dinner?" Van Patten asks, absently studying the question scrawled on his napkin. "Where the fuck are we going?" SCOTT, OLLIE 53 SCOTT, (M) LUCY STUBLEFIEL 49 C 12-JUL-1965 14-414 "Oh." She pauses again, straightens her sunglasses, black Ray-Bans I bought her from Bloomingdale's that cost two hundred dollars. I smile, pleased; sip my J&B. "The client had the boudin blanc, the roasted chicken and the cheesecake," he says. "Well, it's easy to find a good fur now," Daisy says slowly. "Since more ready-to-wear designers have now entered the fur field, the range increases because each designer selects different pelts to give his collection an individual character." SMITH, DOROTHY L. 34 SMITH, CHARLES MURLE 35 17-NOV-1978 16-358 Things seem to be going smoothly. The maоtre d' has sent over four complimentary Bellinis but we order drinks anyway. The Ronettes are singing "Then He Kissed Me," our waitress is a little hardbody and even Price seems relaxed though he hates the place. Plus there are four women at the table opposite ours, all great-looking - blond, big tits: one is wearing a chemise dress in double-faced wool by Calvin Klein, another is wearing a wool knit dress and jacket with silk faille bonding by Geoffrey Beene, another is wearing a symmetrical skirt of pleated tulle and an embroidered velvet bustier by, I think, Christian Lacroix plus high-heeled shoes by Sidonie Larizzi, and the last one is wearing a black strapless sequined gown under a wool crepe tailored jacket by Bill Blass. Now the Shirelles are coming out of the speakers, "Dancing in the Street," and the sound system plus the acoustics, because of the restaurant's high ceiling, are so loud that we have to practically scream out our order to the hardbody wai "You're the guy, right?" He's looking at me like I'm some kind of viper. We start walking. It's a hundred degrees outside, impossible to breathe. It's not day, it's not night. The sky seems yellow. I hand a beggar on the cornea of Duane and Greenwich a dollar just to impress her. SMITH, D.R. 40 MURPHEY, (M) TAMER 27 09-FEB-1890 3-47 "She let you fuck her without a condom?" one of us asks. "Does anyone want the pizza or not?" McDermott's getting testy. "Are you still seeing your shrink?" I ask. notizie di stampa, sia pure non consolidate da informazioni fornite dal Comando Regionale dell’Arma dei Carabinieri, riferiscono di una aggressione a quattro militari dell’Arma avvenuta la notte del 2 novembre 2004 in un quartiere periferico di Napoli; "I'm ignoring you, Luis." I breathe in, calming myself by checking the price tag on an Armani button-up sweater. "Can't you tell? I'm ignoring you." "Christ," he mutters, "general competence is on the fucking decline." SPAKES, (M) NEDRA 52 ROBERTS, WILLIAM 60 17-AUG-1973 16-10 He stares at me as if we are both underwater and shouts back, very clearly over the din of the club, "Because… I had… dinner… with Paul Owen… twice… in London… just ten days ago." "Fuck yourself," the voice mimics. "I don't want to hear this," Van Patten says, clamping his hands over his ears. "He's going to say something disgusting." At the airport I instruct the chauffeur to stop by F.A.O. Schwarz before picking Jeanette up and purchase the following: a doll, a rattle, a teething ring, a white Gund polar bear, and have them sitting in the backseat for her, unwrapped. Jeanette should be okay - she has her whole life in front of her (that is, if she doesn't run into me). Besides, this girl's favorite movie is Pretty in Pink and she thinks Sting is cool, so what is happening to her is, like, not totally undeserved and one shouldn't feel bad for her. This is no time for the innocent. "Wait. No. It's our turn," I say. Sabrina smiles, takes this as a cue and agrees. "No, not really." "About what?" I snarl. She laughs nervously, standing there, her eyes wide. "I'm not sure." He just stares. This is accompanied by an abnormal silence. His ponytail, gray and oily, hangs like some kind of malignancy below his collar. "Here he comes," I say, bracing myself. SCROGGINS, LAWRENCE 21 KENDALL, THELMA 18 C 25-DEC-1924 7-179 "Why don't you just go for Price?" I sigh, stalling again, and in a contained panic tell Jean, "Send him in, I guess." "I think, Evelyn, that…" I start, stall, start again. "…that we've lost touch." SCOTT, JOE CLARENCE 19 ALLEN, CLARA MAE 18 C 22-FEB-1941 10-187 STOGNER, (M) ESTHER 46 COLEMAN, J.C. 61 27-MAY-1933 8-490 "Great," I murmur. "I feel settled." SMITH, RESON 22 THORNTON, CLARA 22 27-DEC-1914 6-21 "Because you have to leave half an inch at the tip," she says, covering her breasts with the Hermиs comforter, her voice rising, her patience shot, "to catch the force of the ejaculate!" SMITH, MARTIN I. 21 HANSON, NELLIE 18 25-MAR-1917 6-166 STUBBLEFIELD, HENRY 40 JACKSON, (M) VICTORIA 32 11-FEB-1903 4-197 I take the Wayfarers off and hand them to him. Maybe I really did kill a Solly, though I'm positive that any cabdrivers I've killed lately were not American. I probably did. There probably is a wanted poster of me at… where, the taxi - the place where all the taxis congregate? What's it called? The driver tries the sunglasses on, looks at himself in the rearview mirror and then takes them off. He folds the glasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. STEWART, MONROE 21 COLE, MOLLIE 22 29-DEC-1904 4-320 She turns around. "What are you talking about?" STEWART, ROBERTA 20 TOWNSON, T.R. 20 C 21-DEC-1924 7-181 "Is this a firm no?" I ask, staring at her glass, then at the near-empty bottle of wine. "Are you still handling the Fisher account?" I shout back. "Just the most expensive port," I cut him off. "And oh yeah, a dry beer." "I was getting acne on my legs and arms and the UVA bath wasn't fixing it, so I started going to a tanning salon instead and got rid of it. Jesus, Bateman, you should see how ripped my stomach is. The definition. Completely buffed out…," he says in a distant, odd way, while waiting for the driver to hand him the change. "Ripped." He stiffs the driver on the tip but the driver is genuinely thankful anyway. "So long, Shlomo," Price winks. SPAKES, JERRY WAYNE 21 PAYTON, ELLEN 21 14-NOV-1969 15-298 SMITH, (M) ARA 65 REEVES, ANDERSON 60 03-JAN-1939 9-529 "Are you… living here?" I ask, gulping. "In Manhattan?" "Excuse me," I say, my arm outstretched, blocking the entrance. "You left. It's, uh, our turn, you know?" She smiles to herself, secretly. "Tim is a rascal." "Whoa," McDermott says. "And he's dressed to impress." I look over at Christie. Ho apprezzato nelle parole del Ministro la considerazione dell’esigenza di non procedere alla militarizzazione della città. Vorrei ricordare, a chi propone altre soluzioni, che, proprio nei giorni in cui il quartiere Scampia era militarizzato, ci sono stati tre morti ammazzati, lasciati in un’auto all’interno delle mura blindate dalle forze dell’ordine in quelle stesse ore, mentre era in corso un vertice delle stesse. I move away from the bar and decide to check out the club's other areas, expecting Patricia to follow but she doesn't. No one guards the stairs that lead to the basement and as I step down them the music from upstairs changes, melds itself into Belinda Carlisle singing "I Feel Free." The basement has one couple in it who look like Sam and Ilene Sanford but it's darker down here, warmer, and I could be wrong. I move past them as they stand by the bar drinking champagne and head over toward this extremely well-dressed Mexican-looking guy sitting on a couch. He's wearing a double-breasted wool jacket and matching trousers by Mario Valentino, a cotton T-shirt by Agnes B. and leather slip-ons (no socks) by Susan Bennis Warren Edwards, and he's with a good-looking muscular Eurotrash chick - dirty blond, big tits, tan, no makeup, smoking Merit Ultra Lights - who has on a cotton gown with a zebra print by Patrick Kelly and silk and rhinestone high-heeled pumps. la maggioranza di centro-destra in oltre tre anni di governo non ha messo in campo alcuna iniziativa politica efficace a garanzia della sicurezza dei cittadini; SANGSTER, C.A. 24 CLEMENTS, (Ms) E.C. 20 28-AUG-1910 5-204 Interrogazioni SIPES, VICTOR Jr 23 HARDIN, MARGIE DELORIES 18 16-SEP-1952 12-366 I ask the table, "Has anyone ever played around with a TEC nine-millimeter Uzi? It's a gun. No? They're particularly useful because this model has a threaded barrel for attaching silencers and barrel extensions." I say this nodding. "No. I don't like concerts," I say. "Live music bugs me." "Who's Mr. Owen?" Sid asks. "Sounds good," Reeves says. "Appetizers at Jams." Van Patten laughs. He gives me high-five. STEWART, RODGER WAYNE 23 ASHCRAFT, JEWEL FAY 20 20-NOV-1981 16-506 ub, strip off his Abboud suit and, after wetting the corpse down, pour two bags of lime over it. There's a black-tie party at the Puck Building tonight for a. new brand of computerized professional rowing machine, and after playing squash with Frederick Dibble I have drinks at Harry's with Jamie Conway, Kevin Wynn and Jason Gladwin, and we hop into the limousine Kevin rented for the night and take it uptown. I'm wearing a wing-collar jacquard waistcoat by Kilgour, French & Stanbury from Barney's, a silk bow tie from Sales, patent-leather slip-ons by Baker-Benjes, antique diamond studs from Kentshire Galleries and a gray wool silk-lined coat with drop sleeves and a button-down collar by Luciano Soprani. An ostrich wallet from Bosca carries four hundred dollars cash in the back pocket of my black wool trousers. Instead of my Rolex I'm wearing a fourteen-karat gold watch from H. Stern. I'm wandering around VideoVisions, the video rental store near my apartment on the Upper West Side, sipping from a can of Diet Pepsi, the new Christopher Cross tape blaring from the earphones of my Sony Walkman. After the office I played racquetball with Montgomery, then had a shiatsu massage and met Jesse Lloyd, Jamie Conway and Kevin Forrest for drinks at Rusty's on Seventy-third Street. Tonight I'm wearing a new wool topcoat by Ungaro Uomo Paris and carrying a Bottega Veneta briefcase and an umbrella by Georges Gaspar. SCROGGINS, MERCIE 18 THOMAS, GLEN 21 23-JUN-1920 6-368 SCOTT, EDITH 21 ROCHELLE, EZEKIEL 22 C 20-FEB-1938 9-417 Capitalia informatica s.p.a., a seguito del trasferimento delle attività sopra indicate, avrà un proprio assetto organizzativo che prevede funzioni di staff al presidente, funzioni di staff al direttore generale, e tre aree operative. All’interno di dette aree continueranno ad operare, mantenendo la stessa sede di lavoro, le attuali strutture organizzative delle banche cedenti. Tale assetto sarebbe funzionale alla realizzazione del processo di convergenza dei diversi sistemi informativi verso un unico sistema target, individuato in quello della banca di Roma- Capitalia. E’ comunque dichiarato congiuntamente dalle parti che il processo di convergenza comporterà una riarticolazione funzionale all’interno delle aree, fermi restando i poli territoriali, seguendo logiche organizzative di specializzazione territoriale, di concentrazione di lavorazioni per realizzare economie di scala, di sviluppo delle professionalità limitando il ricorso a consulenti esterni; "I'll call you," she says. "Christ, twenty dollars for a fucking egg roll?" I mutter, studying the menu. SEYMOUR, W.B. 23 VARNELL, EUGENE 22 10-AUG-1904 4-284 "I'm not," I say, shocked. Later, when she briefly regains consciousness, I put on a porkpie hat I was given by one of my girlfriends freshman year at Harvard. SHIELDS, JOSHUA 24 TAYLOR, MARTHA D. 22 C 24-NOV-1964 14-344 SPAKES, BLANCHE 18 JACOBS, J.T. 21 17-FEB-1940 10-67 "And?" I ask. STOVER, GLENDA KAYE 16 BARBER, J.W. 20 10-AUG-1963 14-188 In the kitchen I try to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body, then I rest by watching a tape of last week's new CBS sitcom, Murphy Brown. After that and a large glass of J&B I'm back in the kitchen. The head in the microwave is now completely black and hairless and I place it in a tin pot on the stove in an attempt to boil any remaining flesh I forgot to shave off. Heaving the rest of her body into a garbage bag - my muscles, slathered with Ben-Gay, easily handling the dead weight - I decide to use whatever is left of her for a sausage of some kind. "Too much red," I mutter to myself, trancing out. "It's makin' me nervous." SCHILBERG, RICHARD 39 STELTZEN, MABEL 17 24-FEB-1927 7-321 STACKERS, MINNIE 25 BROX, MOSES 45 C 16-DEC-1935 9-146 "What's the bass response on those speakers?" he asks suspiciously. SEYMORE, NORA 18 WOLFE, VERNON 21 22-DEC-1928 7-461 "I'm not impressed," Price sniffs. "Look at her knees." Christie shrugs, noncommittal, and studies the back of a compact disc before setting it on the table next to the stereo. Valentine's Day SMITH, VANOLDER 21 MARKS, ALANDER* 18 11-MAR-1928 7-403 "Now you're sure of this, right?" he asks. "Jeanette and Evelyn are at Kaktus," I say. SINKS, MILDRED 18 REED, CHARLIE M. 21 08-MAY-1942 10-340 SIBLEY, JIM 30 BASS, AZALEE 19 06-APR-1931 8-245 "Very happy," I say. SCOTT, B.H. 25 MOODY, SUSAN 25 16-APR-1882 1-528 Jeanette is in tears. "What aren't you capable of?" she asks, sobbing. "Just tell me what you are not capable of." "Wine?" I ask. "I'm leaving," he screams. "I… am… leaving!" "What's he doing instead?" I ask. "Oiling his Top-Siders?" STEWART, (Ms) M.E.J. 16 PARROTT, WILLIAM D. 27 08-NOV-1876 1-101 SMITH, JAMES 24 WILSON, WILLIE MAE 19 C 23-JUN-1951 12-201 "No, Bateman. I'm serious you dumb son-of-a-bitch. Leaving. Disappearing." SANDINE, WILLIAM D. 21 BETHEA, PATSY 16 26-SEP-1958 13-125 "I have a cousin who manages All We Need of Hell," he shouts. (presentato in data 18/11/2004 ) Per tale manifestazione sono stati deferiti all'autorità giudiziaria, per il reato di manifestazione non autorizzata, trentacinque manifestanti, di cui tre sono stati denunciati anche ai sensi dell'articolo 4, della Legge 1001/75. SHELTON, J.M. 23 McKINNEY, NOLIE 17 17-JAN-1897 3-426 "Hey Luis," Charles says, smiling. SMITH, JEWELL 18 SPENCER, ARLIE 21 20-AUG-1923 7-96 "Two at nine?" I say. "Perfect." he tourists? - taking flash pictures, the penguins freaking out in the tank behind us, slamming themselves against the glass in a panic. A cop pushes me away, even though I tell him I'm a physician. Someone drags the boy outside, lays him on the ground and removes his shirt. The boy gasps, dies. The mother has to be restrained. SHOEMAKER, LARRY 22 COLVIN, (M) BOBBIE 28 08-DEC-1971 15-507 "I said you seem distant," she says. STONE, ROY 22 KIMBRELL, MAXINE 21 10-OCT-1936 9-270 SUMEROW, ELLIOTT 20 McLEOD, ETHEL 20 23-MAY-1905 4-338 STUDDARD, GEORGE 25 BROUSSARD, BEVERLYNE 21 21-FEB-1960 13-250 SMITH, SUSAN 21 SPEARS, CHARLES H. 24 10-JAN-1881 1-431 Ecco, da questo punto di vista ci fa piacere sentire, attraverso il Ministro dell'interno, che a Napoli lo Stato c'è e ci vuole essere, ma avremmo bisogno anche di altri elementi e aspetti dello Stato, quelli appunto che si possono evocare col nome di Francesco Saverio Nitti, che facciano sentire che Napoli non è soltanto "speriamo che ce la caviamo". Quando il cosiddetto reticolato degli enti locali, come negli ultimi tre anni, sta a pregare San Gennaro, o non so chi, perché arrivi la Coppa America, è inevitabile che chi ama il futuro di Napoli guardi al passato di Francesco Saverio Nitti. He takes this in too. "Do you have her number?" "Or Contraclub East. I can't remember." "Cecelia?" I guess. "Who knows?" I manage the slightest of shrugs. "Jesus, here's a cab. Hey, taxi." I whistle at an oncoming cab that has just turned off Eighth Avenue, but someone taps my shoulder and when I turn around, Bethany, a girl I dated at Harvard and who I was subsequently dumped by, is standing in front of me wearing a lace-embroidered sweater and viscose-crepe trousers by Christian Lacroix, an open white umbrella in one hand. The cab I was trying to hail whizzes by. In the cab heading toward the Upper West Side, she says, "I shouldn't have had that wine." Christie looks at me and then back at Elizabeth and quietly says, "No." While walking back to the highway I stop, choke back a sob, my throat tightens. "I just want to…" Facing the skyline, through all the baby talk, I murmur, "keep the game going." As I stand, frozen in position, an old woman emerges behind a Threepenny Opera poster at a deserted bus stop and she's homeless and begging, hobbling over, her face covered with sores that look like bugs, holding out a shaking red hand. "Oh will you please go away?" I sigh. She tells me to get a haircut. She puts her drink down on the bar and follows me through the deserted club, up the stairs toward the rest rooms. There's really no reason why we couldn't do it downstairs but that seems tacky and so we do most of it in one of the men's room stalls. Back outside the men's room I sit on a couch and smoke one of her cigarettes while she goes downstairs to get us drinks. "No," I say. "Just cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks." "Yes," I snap again. fair; the record is smooth but intense and Whitney's voice leaps across so many boundaries and is so versatile (though she's mainly a jazz singer) that it's hard to take in the album on a first listening. But you won't want to. You'll want to savor it over many. SMITH, VELMA JOSEPHINE 18 ALLRED, MORRIS HENRY 20 11-JAN-1952 12-276 "No I'm not," I whisper to myself. "I'm a fucking evil psychopath." "Perfect," she says, blowing on the pudding again, then after a sip of Cristal she makes a face. SULLIVAN, WILLIE 18 HALL, EDGAR 24 26-NOV-1905 4-372 "Big yawn. Really big yawn," he says, scanning the room. "For Christ sakes." SHELBY, I.G. 23 BONEY, ICIE MAY 24 26-DEC-1927 7-377 SADLER, ILIFF 18 GREENLEE, LEE 21 08-MAY-1926 7-277 Meredith walks over with Evelyn. Meredith is wearing a beaded wool gabardine dress and bolero by Geoffrey Beene from Barney's, diamond and gold earrings by James Savitt ($13,000), gloves by Geoffrey Beene for Portolano products, and she says, "Yes boys? What are you two talking about? Making up Christmas lists?" PRESIDENTE. L’ordine del giorno reca lo svolgimento di interrogazioni. "Because it oxidizes," I explain. "You want it to be crisp, with no aftertaste.." I stop looking through the Zagat guide and without glancing up, smiling tightly, stomach dropping, I silently ask myself, Do I really want to say no? Do I really want to say I can't possibly get us in? Is that what I'm really prepared to do? Is that what I really want to do? "Do you take American Express?" I ask, switching the light off. "Did the guy deny doing it?" I ask, tingling. "Cappuccino," Price insists. "Until you corrected him." "Leave Patrick alone. He's the boy next door," Evelyn says, rubbing some kind of cream into her face. "You're not an extraterrestrial, are you honey?" "Don't forget you have a breakfast meeting with Frederick Bennet and Charles Rust at '21,' " she says from the door, which the doorman is holding open for her. Vanden has made a smiley face out of all the disks of California roll she piled onto her plate and she holds it up for Stash's inspection and asks, "Rex?" "I know. So did I," McDermott says. "Besides, it's cheap. So where do we go instead?" "Heads, heads, heads," I mutter under my breath. "I said you were the voice of reason," Price says. "I didn't say you weren't a homosexual." "How are you, Patrick?" she asks. Closing my eyes, I move a hand up to my face and mutter, under my breath, "Don't make me say it, Luis." I hear him speak. "Pardon me, but are you okay?" "Timothy, what are you going on about?" Evelyn asks tiredly. "I'm not even listening to you." She wets a cotton ball, wipes it across her forehead. SPIVIA, NETTIE 18 RAULS, NELSON 21 19-MAY-1910 5-187 l’ANCI Umbria ed alcuni Sindaci dei Comuni interessati hanno da qualche tempo iniziato a manifestare i disagi che, in alcune zone della Regione, tale riordino della rete postale sta generando, visto anche che il territorio è caratterizzato da tanti minuscoli centri arrampicati sulle colline e sulle montagne, per i quali andrebbero usati altri parametri nella scelta di chiusura, data anche la presenza in questi luoghi di una alta concentrazione di popolazione anziana; "I said that one already," Courtney cuts in, accusingly. "Really?" I ask, smiling. "Come on," McDermott says, whining. "Let's order the red upper pizza." STOGNER, LILLIE* 21 WILSON, PARKER 26 25-DEC-1927 7-374 She buttons up the top of her dress and sighs, without looking over at me. "That's why I'm leaving." SEYMORE, IRENE 18 HALL, S.F. 27 13-NOV-1926 7-301 "Do we have reservations anywhere?" "Jesus," Price says, holding the card up to the light, ignoring the new drinks. "This is really super. How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?" "Computer controls?" Later, after a mediocre dinner, a bottle of expensive California cabernet sauvignon and a crime brыlйe that we share, I order a glass of fifty-dollar port and Jean sips a decaffeinated espresso and when she asks where the restaurant got its name, I tell her, and I don't make anything ridiculous up - though I'm tempted, just to see if she'd believe it anyway. Sitting across from Jean right now in the darkness of Arcadia, it's very easy to believe that she would swallow any kind of misinformation I push her way - the crush she has on me rendering her powerless - and I find this lack of defense oddly unerotic. I could even explain my pro-apartheid stance and have her find reasons why she too should share them and invest large sums of money in racist corporations tha- STOVER, BOBBY JOE 23 FILES, BETTY JEAN 22 23-JUN-1962 13-574 PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. "I'm resourceful," Price is saying. "I'm creative, I'm young, unscrupulous, highly motivated, highly skilled. In essence what I'm saying is that society cannot afford to lose me. I'm an asset." Price calms down, continues to stare out the cab's dirty window, probably at the word FEAR sprayed in red graffiti on the side of a McDonald's on Fourth and Seventh. "I mean the fact remains that no one gives a shit about their work, everybody hates their job, I hate my job, you've told me you hate yours. What do I do? Go back to Los Angeles? Not an alternative. I didn't transfer from UCLA to Stanford to put up with this. I mean am I alone in thinking we're not making enough money?" Like in a movie another bus appears, another poster for Les Misйrables replaces the word - not the same bus because someone has written the word DYKE over Eponine's face. Tim blurts out, "I have a co-op here. I have a place in the Hamptons, for Christ sakes." Seguono le interrogazioni 3-00585, 3-01373, 3-01514, 3-01807, 3-01829 (già 2-00573), 3-01830 (già 4-04440), 3-01831 (già 4-01310), 3-01833, 3-01836, 3-01838, 3-01839, 3-01841 e 3-01842 (già 4-07645) sulla recrudescenza della criminalità nella città di Napoli. "Do you have cash?" I whirl around. "What?" "No. This is Mr. Barker's limo," he says. "Nice antlers though." (3-01834) (17 novembre 2004) SMART, LIDA RENAE 24 GREEN, TIMOTHY ALLAN 29 29-DEC-1988 17-332 Jean looks at her dish as if it's confusing her, then back up at me. "Who's… Ted Bundy?" PERUZZOTTI, STIFFONI. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Per conoscere se e quali provvedimenti si intenda prendere nella regione Campania e nella città di Napoli per evitare che la criminalità organizzata possa impunemente commettere reati di ogni genere, compreso l’omicidio, senza che gli autori vengano assicurati alla giustizia. SMITH, WILLIAM T. 23 McCLELLAN, VARNICE 18 30-NOV-1962 14-64 "No." She laughs. "I just don't remember you being so tan back at school." "Shhh," I whisper, taking out my platinum American Express card. "Let's just do it." "A bit late, aren't we, boys?" Courtney asks, smiling naughtily. Nello stesso contesto si inserisce l’accordo che abbiamo sottoscritto venerdì scorso con il sindaco Iervolino ed il presidente della Regione Bassolino per la definizione della "Cittadella della Polizia": una grande opera che si realizzerà con la collaborazione di INAIL, Fintecna, Monopoli di Stato e Agenzia del demanio. "What are you saying?" she cries out. "Don't you want to find out what happened?" Evelyn asks, displeased. She jabbers something back at me. "Bateman killing Owen and the escort girl?" He keeps chuckling. "Oh that's bloody marvelous. Really key, as they say at the Groucho Club. Really key." Then, looking dismayed, he adds, "It was a rather long message, no?" Non sono soddisfatto tuttavia, signor Ministro, di alcuni suoi giudizi e valutazioni, poiché essi enfatizzano un rischio che noi dobbiamo individuare nelle sue dimensioni reali, al di fuori di qualsiasi strumentalizzazione politica. Lei, infatti, attribuisce a questi piccoli gruppi, che vanno con pazienza e tenacia e con l’azione di tutti noi discriminati e isolati, anche rispetto al movimento di protesta entro il quale tentano di infiltrarsi, una forza che non hanno, un potere di persuasione che non possiedono. SMITH, ADA 19 MORRIS, MOUNT 23 29-SEP-1880 1-399 "Oh god, I forgot about the marlin," McDermott groans. "The marlin chili." "Forgot-to-tell-me-what?" "Wasn't he dating Samantha Stevens at one point?" Anne asks. SIMS, J.A. 26 OWENS, ANNIE 20 24-DEC-1899 4-1 "Wait a minute, Evelyn, wait," I say, closing my eyes, holding up the hand with the Waldorf salad in it. I'm sweating, dйjа vu, but why? Have I met these elves somewhere? Forget about it. "I… those are the names of reindeer. Not elves. Blitzen was a reindeer." "No," I say. "Well, uh, congratulations seem in order," I say, shaking his hand. "That's… nifty." Tra le iniziative attuate segnalo: l’interconnessione delle sale operative delle forze di polizia, grazie alla quale si possono radiolocalizzare e visualizzare le pattuglie dislocate nel territorio; l'installazione, d'intesa con l'amministrazione comunale, nelle zone centrali "a rischio", di apparecchiature di video sorveglianza collegate alla sala operativa della questura; l'installazione, sempre d'intesa col comune, di 36 telecamere digitali mobili per il videomonitoraggio di altre particolari aree della città. "Oh, well… great." I look back over at Daisy and I'm suddenly angry, remembering the lunch in Cambridge, at Quarters, where Bethany, her arm in a sling, a faint bruise above her cheek, ended it all, then, just as suddenly, I'm thinking: My hair, oh god, my hair, and I can feel the drizzle ruining it. "Well, I gotta go." SAELER, J.T. 24 GIBSON, RUTH 20 05-DEC-1919 6-321 SINCLAIR, LOTTIE 20 O'GUINN, TOM 24 15-APR-1897 3-438 SHERMAN, JIMMY 18 LLOYD, PATSY 18 02-JUN-1966 14-521 "Yes," she says. "That Robert Hall." "Well," she starts nervously. "Let's just say a business acquaintance." "I don't know which one the drummer is," she shouts. When the mother finally notices him she doesn't scream because she can see only his feet and assumes that he's playfully hiding from her. At first she seems relieved that she's spotted him and moving toward the trash can she coos, "Are you playing hide-and-seek, honey?" But from where I stand, behind the pretty girl, who I've already found out is foreign, a tourist, I can see the exact moment when the expression on the mother's face changes into fear, and slinging her purse over her shoulder she pulls the trash can away, revealing a face completely covered in red blood and the child's having trouble blinking its eyes because of this, grabbing at his throat, now kicking weakly. The mother makes a sound that I cannot describe - something high-pitched that turns into screaming. "Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole," I say sweetly. "Ask Ashley," I suggest, screaming. "I know her," I say, admit, "I knew her." "Oh my god," Evelyn says, appalled. "Why are you laughing? Defend her." SCHULTZ, DONNA LEE 19 NELSON, WILFRED N. Jr 22 07-JUL-1967 15-28 StCLAIR, JAMES A. 21 APPLEBERRY, BETTY ANN 18 29-APR-1961 13-384 We sit in silence while the hardbody pours the champagne. Once she leaves, McDermott asks if we liked the food. I tell him the potpie was fine but there was way too much tomatillo sauce. McDermott nods, says, "That's what I've heard." l'attività vetraria muranese rappresenta un patrimonio artigianale produttivo e soprattutto culturale di interesse non solo veneziano, ma anche nazionale e internazionale; "I don't know," she sighs. Without a trace of softness she asks, "Do you want me to?" hat are nonprescription. SMITH, MAGGIE 15 GAILEY, W.S. 22 27-AUG-1893 3-226 Desumo dalle sue parole, signor Ministro, un orientamento avverso a questa proposta. Resista, poiché credo che non sia utile istituire una nuova autorità che si sovrapponga a quelle già esistenti, le quali hanno tutti i poteri per intervenire sulla crisi, per governare i diversi aspetti della vita sociale civile di Napoli e della sua provincia. y want to carry on with the relationship, and the way Huey sings it (arguably the most superb vocal on the album), it becomes instilled with hope. Again, this song - as with the rest of the album - isn't about chasing or longing after girls, it's about dealing with relationships. "Crack Me Up" is the album's only hint at a throwback to the band's New Wave days and it's minor but amusing, though its antidrinking, antidrug, pro-growing-up statement isn't. ."No, he was not," I say, my hands drumming the tabletop. "What do you want to do, Bateman?" McDermott asks. Silently she soaks them in warm lanolin cream, then dries both hands off and uses a cuticle moisturizer, then removes all the cuticles while cleaning under the nails with a cotton-on-wood stick. A heat vibrator massages the hand and forearm. The nails are buffed first with chamois and then with bung lotion. che appare chiara anche la grande responsabilità degli organi politici titolari della gestione di regione, provincia e comune, totalmente assenti sulle problematiche sociali che affliggono il territorio; I nod thoughtfully before asking, "You're not with the FBI or anything, are you?" "Well, according to Bruce Boyer-" I begin. The building looks different to me as I step out of the taxi, though I can't figure out why. I still have the keys I stole from Owen the night I killed him and I take them out, now, to open the lobby door but they don't work, won't fit properly. Instead, a uniformed doorman who wasn't here six months ago opens it for me, excusing himself for taking so long. I stand there in the rain, confused, until he ushers me in, merrily asking, with a thick Irish accent, "Well, are you coming in or staying out - you're getting soaked." I move into the lobby, my umbrella held under one arm, tucking the surgical mask I brought with me to deal with the smell back into my pocket. I'm holding a Walkman, debating what to say, how to phrase it. "Do you suspect foul play?" SANDERS, THELMA 18 JARRETT, WILLIAM 21 01-DEC-1928 7-452 "I say go and have a good time." I unscrew the cap off the Evian bottle, timing my next move. "Don't worry. I'll just go to Dorsia alone then. It's okay." When I'm moving down Broadway to meet Jean, my secretary, for brunch, in front of Tower Records a college student with a clipboard asks me to name the saddest song I know. I tell him, without pausing, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Beatles. Then he asks me to name the happiest song I know, and I say "Brilliant Disguise" by Bruce Springsteen. He nods, makes a note, and I move on, past Lincoln Center. An accident has happened. An ambulance is parked at the curb. A pile of intestines lies on the sidewalk in a pool of blood. I buy a very hard apple at a Korean deli which I eat on my way to meet Jean who, right now, stands at the Sixty-seventh Street entrance to Central Park on a cool, sunny day in September. When we look up at the clouds she sees an island, a puppy dog, Alaska, a tulip. I see, but don't tell her, a Gucci money clip, an ax, a woman cut in two, a large puffy white puddle of blood that spreads across the sky, dripping over the city, onto Manhattan. He doesn't answer. I reopen the Post to a photo of the mayor dressed as a pineapple, then close it again and rewind the tape in my Walkman. I start counting to myself - one, two, three, four - my eyes focus in on the meter. Why didn't I carry a gun with me this morning? Because I didn't think I had to. The only weapon on me is a used knife from last night. STUBBLEFIELD, (M) BERTHA 65 BOOKER, WILLIAM H. 70 C 15-DEC-1957 13-71 "Van Patten?" Craig says. "I'll have some," I tell her and I lift a piece of eggplant off the platter, though I won't eat it because it's fried. Lei, all’indomani della sua visita a Napoli ed anche oggi in quest'Aula, ha ribadito la sua netta contrarietà alla militarizzazione della città. La cosa è così ovvia, che non vale la pena neanche di commentarla. L’"Italia dei Valori" però le sottopone un altro problema; sottopone alla sua valutazione l’opportunità, o forse la necessità, di recuperare al proprio ruolo istituzionale quella gran parte di forze dell’ordine che oggi è impegnata in compiti impropri, in compiti diversi (tutto questo defalcato dai dati da lei forniti sull’impiego delle forze dell’ordine, che probabilmente danno già una prima parziale spiegazione). Ed è rispetto a chi poi deve svolgere quei compiti, che oggi svolgono gli operatori sottratti ai loro compiti istituzionali, che si apre una discussione sull’eventuale invio anche di persone diverse. SMITH, DORA 26 MOSLEY, T.E. 24 21-NOV-1905 4-369 SIMMS, GERALD 47 McATEER, LEONA EVA 56 22-AUG-1975 16-163 "Oh Christ, Bateman," Hamlin groans. "What does that mean?" se si intenda intraprendere provvedimenti per fronteggiare l’escalation di violenza nel Napoletano; Da anni, ciclicamente, molti di noi pongono all'attenzione di questo Governo il dramma che vive Napoli, le sue inquietudini profonde, che solcano anche il suo hinterland, e questa lunga sequenza di morti che semina rabbia, sconcerto, paura. Lo abbiamo fatto più volte, con proposte, analisi, interrogazioni; lo riproponiamo oggi con analoga determinazione. BRUTTI Massimo (DS-U). Signor Ministro, questa mattina ho incontrato alcuni sindaci e rappresentanti di organizzazioni contadine; in questi giorni, poi, dal momento che ci accingiamo a discutere la legge finanziaria, ci è capitato di consultare dirigenti delle organizzazioni sindacali. Essi ci parlano del carovita crescente, dei redditi delle famiglie che non bastano; mi hanno detto, questa mattina, che la prima cosa che sparisce dalle tavole delle famiglie dei lavoratori è la frutta, perché si risparmia su una parte del pasto. "So!" I say, clapping my hands together, trying to seem alert. "It was hot out today. No?" SMITH, NELLIE 19 SMITH, GARLAND 22 C 25-DEC-1902 4-177 "Well, isn't this a coincidence," I ask, looking up, lowering my Wayfarers. "Listen, the dick also rises," Van Patten says. "Faulkner." "Parents', guy. It's the parents'." "Er, what?" which slightly disappoints me, but she's kicking at the floor violently, leaving black scuff marks on the stained white oak. During this period I keep shouting "You bitch" at her and then my voice drops to a raspy whisper and into her ear I drool the line "You fucking cunt." "Really?" She smiles, then notices someone behind me, but her expression doesn't change, and her voice remains fiat. "Francesca. Oh my god. It's Francesca. Look." "A poster from Les Misйrables?" I sigh, only half joldng. She slowly looks up from the corn bread she's mashing between her fingers and even in her lithium haze manages a stare so malicious that it automatically humbles me, but not enough to tell Scott and Anne the truth: that the Onica cost only twelve grand. But Courtney's frightening gaze - though I might be overreacting; she might be staring disapprovingly at the patterns on the columns, the venetian blinds on the skylight, the Montigo vases full of purple tulips lining the bar - scares me enough to not elaborate on the procedure of purchasing an Onica. It's a stare that I can interpret fairly easily. It warns: Kick me again and no pussy, do you understand? STEWART, (M) E.M. 24 GLOVER, B.C. 28 21-FEB-1878 1-212 STERLING, JIMMY 27 MOORE, DORIS 28 24-OCT-1969 15-289 "You cancel them," McDermott says, laughing. I look over at Paul Owen, sitting in a booth with three other guys - one of whom could be Jeff Duvall, suspenders, slicked-back hair, horn-rimmed glasses, all of them drinking champagne - and I lazily wonder about how Owen got the Fisher account. It makes me not hungry but our meals arrive almost immediately after our appetizers are taken away and we begin to eat. McDermott undoes his suspenders. Price calls him a slob. I feel paralyzed but manage to turn away from Owen and stare at my plate (the potpie a yellow hexagon, strips of smoked salmon circling it, squiggles of pea-green tomatillo sauce artfully surrounding the dish) and then I gaze at the waiting crowd. They seem hostile, drunk on complimentary Bellinis perhaps, tired of waiting hours for shitty tables near the open kitchen even though they had reservations. Van Patten interrupts the silence at our table by slamming his fork down and pushing his chair back. The health club I belong to, Xclusive, is private and located four blocks from my apartment on the Upper West Side. In the two years since I signed up as a member, it has been remodeled three times and though they carry the latest weight machines (Nautilus, Universal, Keiser) they have a vast array of free weights which I like to use also. The club has ten courts for tennis and racquetball, aerobics classes, four aerobic dance studios, two swimming pools, Lifecycles, a Gravitron machine, rowing machines, treadmills, cross-country skiing machines, one-on-one training, cardiovascular evaluations, personalized programs, massage, sauna and steam rooms, a sun deck, tanning booths and a cafй with a juice bar, all of it designed by J. J. Vogel, who designed the new Norman Prager club, Petty's. Membership runs five thousand dollars annually. "Patrick," she says. "I wouldn't lie." STEWART, ERNEST 21 HARVEY, GIRLIE 20 22-SEP-1912 5-335 "Don't call me that, " I snap. SEAY, WILLIAM SMITH 54 GRAVES, NORMA JEAN 37 05-AUG-1967 15-34 "Patrick. It doesn't matter. The phone in my room didn't have two lines and there was no call waiting," she says. "Where were you?" SMITH, (M) HATTIE 60 SMITH, TOL 89 C 24-JUN-1970 15-368 StCLAIR, ROBERT HUGH 30 NELSON, ETHEL LaDALE 36 28-JUL-1961 13-421 SHELBY, GRADY 65 SIMS, MOLLIE UNA 57 15-APR-1967 14-613 ROMA, 6 novembre 2004 "I've got a date," I say. "Shit." "Ricky Hendricks has to cancel today," she says. "He didn't say what it was he is canceling or why." "Well?" I ask. "McDermott's here too." "Doesn't he have a membership at the Vertical Club?" I ask. Evelyn finishes opening the Japanese beer bottles and tells Courtney to fetch Stash and Vanden. "We have to eat this now or else we're going to be poisoned," she murmurs, slowly moving her head, taking in the kitchen, making sure she hasn't forgotten anything. The waiter, Scott, Anne, and even Courtney - they all stare at me as if I've offered some kind of diabolical, apocalyptic observation, as if I were shattering a myth highly held, or destroying an oath that was solemnly regarded, and it suddenly seems almost hushed in Deck Chairs. Last night I rented a movie called Inside Lydia's Ass and while on two Halcion and in fact sipping a Diet Pepsi, I watched as Lydia - a totally tan bleached-blonde hardbody with a perfect ass and great full tits - while on all fours gave head to this guy with a huge cock while another gorgeous blonde little hardbody with a perfectly trimmed blond pussy knelt behind Lydia and after eating her ass out and sucking on her cunt started to push a long, greased silver vibrator into Lydia's ass and fucked her with it while she continued to eat her pussy and the guy with the huge cock came all over Lydia's face as she sucked his balls and then Lydia bucked to an authentic-looking, fairly strong orgasm and then the girl behind Lydia crawled ar "It's good to see you," I tell Courtney. "You look very pretty tonight. Your face has a… youthful glow." "And you're at… P & P?" she asks. After a pause, McDermott says "Carruthers" softly. "Hamlin told her?" McDermott guesses. "I don't know." "Nope. No can do." He shakes his head "I understand," he says. SMITH, GEORGE ALLEN 18 COX, JEANETTA LEE 17 10-MAR-1957 13-30 a seguito di questo errore, l'INPDAP è rimasto proprietario della maggioranza delle quote millesimali, ma, contemporaneamente, non ha svolto un ruolo proporzionale alle sue responsabilità, non contribuendo nè alle spese complessive di ordinaria amministrazione, come la mancata accensione dei caloriferi, né agli interventi urgenti per la manutenzione degli immobili e per l'adeguamento alle vigenti norme sulla sicurezza abitativa; Tuesday night, at Bouley, in No Man's Land, a fairly unremarkable marathon dinner, even after I tell the table, "Listen, guys, my life is a living hell," they utterly ignore me, the group assembled (Richard Perry, Edward Lampert, John Constable, Craig McDermott, Jim Kramer, Lucas Tanner) continuing to argue about allocating assets, which stocks look best for the upcoming decade, hardbodies, real estate, gold, why long-term bonds are too risky now, the spread collar, portfolios, how to use power effectively, new ways to exercise, Stolichnaya Cristall, how best to impress very important people, eternal vigilance, life at its best, here in Bouley I cannot seem to control myself, here in a room that contains a whole host of victims, lately I can't help noticing them everywhere - in business meetings, nightclubs, restaurants, in passing taxis and in elevators, on line at automated tellers and on porno tapes, in David's Cookies and on CNN, everywhere, all of them having one thing in common: they are prey, and durin 8. E' abrogata la legge regionale 19 giugno 1991, n. 39"; "Who is it?" she asks. "Tell me." SPHARLER, AMBER* 25 WYATT, C.W. 24 06-JUL-1929 8-35 "Those are Sarah Lawrence guys, Patrick," she points out, giggling rubbing harder, causing friction, heat, everything. SKORCZ, MARY R. 18 WEATHERFORD, FLOYD D. 21 05-FEB-1962 13-508 se e quali misure si intenda adottare, nell'immediato, per consentire la prosecuzione dell'attività dell'azienda TSM e per la salvaguardia dell'occupazione nell'azienda medesima; SULLIVAN, CONNIE 18 REINHART, MIKE 21 25-SEP-1962 14-38 SIMPSON, LINDA 18 WOOLEY, RED 21 19-AUG-1908 5-82 STEVENS, TOMMIE 26 CHAMBERLIN, BONNIE 18 24-APR-1933 8-484 la radio comunitaria di Roma Radio BBS Popolare Network, titolare di regolare concessione radiofonica, è chiusa ormai dallo scorso 2 febbraio 2004 per iniziativa del Ministero delle comunicazioni a seguito del trasferimento non autorizzato del suo unico ripetitore con frequenza 94.200 mhz dal comune di Guidonia Montecelio alla località Monte Gennaro nel comune di Palombara Sabina; "This is a girl…" Price turns to me. "Listen, Bateman, this is a girl - Evelyn told me this - this is a girl who rented High Noon because she thought it was a movie about" - he gulps - "marijuana farmers." "Interesting," I murmur. I've opened my menu and I'm studying tonight's prix fixe dinner. "No," she says, shaking her head, sure of herself for the first time. "I don't think they are deceiving. They're not." "Maybe," I lie. "Guys, guys," I say. "Who's sitting with Paul Owen over there? Is that Trent Moore?" "Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's - my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons. "Phoenix. Janet Leigh was from Phoenix…" I stall, then continue. "She got stabbed in the shower. Disappointing scene." I pause. "Blood looked fake." "Oh," I scream. "I thought maybe they worked at Barney's." SPEIGHTS, B.M. 53 PURDUE, FLORENCE V. 23 08-NOV-1897 3-464 "Hey Bateman," Craig says in a voice that suggests this is not his first martini. "Is it proper to wear tasseled loafers with a business suit or not? Don't look at me like I'm insane." SALLEE, MARY 16 HALL, W.A. 35 29-AUG-1906 4-432 STUCKEY, LINDA 18 TURNER, ROGER 22 18-AUG-1972 15-568 "I'm not what?" I ask, waiting, interested. STEADMAN, SANDRA KAY 18 LANGFORD, GARY DALE 19 01-JUN-1974 16-73 "Do not bother." Then barely an aside, teeth gritted, unsmiling: "Fucking nitwit." nello scorso mese di agosto 2004 la Finmolise onorava gli accordi sottoscritti versando la propria quota capitale, pari ad un milione di euro, con la quale si provvedeva al riavvio delle attività aziendali e al pagamento di parte delle retribuzioni pregresse ai lavoratori; SANDERS, NETTIE 18 JOHNSON, ASBERRY 23 20-DEC-1894 3-296 "Bring Evelyn," Van Patten cries out. "She's a babe too! Tell her to meet us at Zeus Bar at nine-thirty!" SWILLINGS, BOBBIE 19 RHODES, JAMES E. 26 26-OCT-1946 11-285 What kind of books does Jean read? Titles race through my mind: How to Make a Man Fall in Love with You. How to Keep a Man in Lone with You Forever. How to Close a Deal: Get Married. How to Be Married One Year from Today. Supplicant. In my overcoat pocket I finger the ostrich condom case from Luc Benoit I bought last week but, er, no. "Oh Mr. Bateman," Helga croons, "you have such a nice complexion. How old are you? May I ask?" Anguished, he stares out the revolving doors at the warm falling rain and then, with a mournful sigh, turns to me. I'm looking at the rows, the endless rows, of ties, then at the ceiling. "I could go for a margarita," McDermott says. "It's not Mexican Mexican," McDermott says, exasperated "It's something called nouvelle Mexicana, tapas or some other south of the border thing. Something like that. Hold on. My call waiting." si impone in specie una maggiore presenza delle forze dell’ordine nelle zone a maggior rischio della città di Napoli, per garantire un più efficace controllo del territorio; si chiede di sapere: "What did you do with it?" she asks. PEDRIZZI (AN). La risposta del Governo è stata esaustiva ma non completamente soddisfacente. Al di là delle pseudo-giustificazioni di carattere sociologico, a Roma si sono verificati episodi di saccheggio, peraltro preannunciati da giorni su Internet, da parte di elementi provenienti da tutta Italia, senza che gli apparati di intelligence e le forze dell'ordine abbiano impedito che ciò accadesse. L'Italia dimostra ancora una volta di non essere un Paese normale, giacché ai ladri, invece di riservare la reclusione, si consente di pontificare sui media con il sostegno di autorevoli esponenti politici, in particolare di Rifondazione comunista. La sensibilità, comune a tutte le forze politiche, sulla caduta del potere d'acquisto che colpisce i cittadini onesti, non può far distogliere l'attenzione dal tema, fortemente sentito dalla pubblica opinione, del rispetto dei valori di ordine e legalità che, non a caso, hanno costituito i capisaldi della vittoriosa campagna elettorale del presidente Bush negli Stati Uniti "Right, and… Yes, John, right. And… yes, always tip the stylist fifteen percent…" I pause. "No, the owner of the salon shouldn't be tipped… . " I shrug at the detective hopelessly, rolling my eyes. He nods, smiles understandingly and recrosses his legs. Nice socks. Jesus. "The girl who washes the hair? It depends. I'd say a-dollar or two…" I laugh. "Depends on what she looks like…" I laugh harder. "And yeah, what else she washes…" I pause again, then say, "Listen, John, I've got to go. T. Boone Pickens just walked in…" I pause, grinning like an idiot, then laugh. "Just joking…" Another pause. "No, don't tip the owner of the salon." I laugh once more, then, finally, "Okay, John… right, got it." I hang up the phone, push its antenna down and then, uselessly stressing my normality, say, "Sorry about that." nd him the bullet knocks out a chunk of marble, the force of the blast slams him against the wall, Patrick dashing across the street toward the light of his new office, when he walks in… STUBBLEFIELD, FRENZO 26 REAVES, VERA 18 C 13-MAY-1923 7-84 DDL Costituzionale "Yes," the bastard lies! "Yes, thank you," I say, glaring at Luis. "Everything's fine." "That you knew?" I ask hopefully. STURGIS, FRANK 49 MORRIS, (Ms) M.A. 29 12-SEP-1877 1-160 Video Store then D'Agostino's "Hello, Preston," I say, shaking Preston's hand. "Shit. I have to tape this movie on cable for Mandy." He wipes his mouth with a napkin, stands up. "I'll be back." She pauses, carefully answers, "I don't… think anyone?" She's guessing. She cracks it open excitedly, then studies the fortune, confused. STATEN, A.C. 21 JENKINS, ORA B. 18 C 16-JAN-1939 9-531 "No," I correct her. "It was about Patrick Swayze." "Why aren't you wearing a tux?" Madison shouts. "Yes?" This is the only moment of the evening where I feel any genuine interest toward what she has to say, and I urge her to go on. "Yes? Is that… ?" SMITH, ANNA LEE 18 GARNER, HERSCHEL R. 19 10-MAY-1934 8-601 We both lapse into silence. I sigh, look around, considering dragging Evelyn to the third limo, or maybe back to Barker's limo - he's a real asshole - but no, goddamnit, I want Owen's. Meanwhile the driver sighs to himself, "If the midgets want to sing, let them sing." "Who?" She enters something into the computer and then says without looking at me, "How many nights?" "Rock'n' roll." He stamps his cigarette out. Fumes rise from the crystal ashtray, then die. I storm out of the men's room, bumping into Brewster Whipple, I think. I smile at the maоtre d' and after shaking his hand I make a run for the closing elevator but I'm too late and I cry out, pounding a fist against the doors, cursing. Composing myself, I notice the maоtre d' conferring with a waiter, the two of them looking my way questioningly, and so I straighten up, smile shyly and wave at them. Luis strides over calmly, still grinning, flushed, and I just stand there and let him walk up to me. He says nothing. SLOOPS, JEWELL 18 HURST, R.E. 27 28-DEC-1916 6-143 I moan, moving over to the shoes, smiling wanly at a salesperson. "According to his datebook, and this was verified by his secretary, he had dinner with… Marcus Halberstam," he says. I'm in Courtney's bed. Luis is in Atlanta. Courtney shivers, presses against me, relaxes. I roll off her onto my back, landing on something hard and covered with fur. I reach under myself to find a stuffed black cat with blue jewels for eyes that I think I spotted at F.A.O. Schwarz when I was doing some early Christmas shopping. I'm at a loss as to what to say, so I stammer, "Tiffany lamps… are making a comeback." I can barely see her face in the darkness but hear the sigh, painful and low, the sound of a prescription bottle snapping open, her body shifting in the bed. I drop the cat on the floor, get up, take a shower. On The Patty Winters Show this morning the topic was Beautiful Teenage Lesbians, which I found so erotic I had to stay home, miss a meeting, jerk off twice. Aimless, I spent an inordinate amount of the day at Sotheby's, bored and confused. Last night, dinner with Jeanette at Deck Chairs, she seemed tired and ordered little. We split a pizza that cost ninety dollars. After toweling my hair dry STONE, JACKIE 26 CROSSETT, JUANITA 20 16-FEB-1980 16-414 now, Kimball has moved to London too. "I buy Kate's perfume there," he answers. La Commissione dovrà esprimere alla Presidenza il parere previsto dalla citata disposizione regolamentare alle ore 13 della seduta di martedì 23 novembre 2004. While making drinks from Owen's well-stocked bar, I mention to both of them that I work on Wall Street, at Pierce & Pierce. Neither seems particularly interested. Again, I find myself hearing a voice - one of theirs - asking if that's a shoe store. Tiffany flips through an issue of GQ that's three months old, sitting on the black leather couch beneath the strip of faux-cowhide paneling, and she's looking confused, like she doesn't understand something, anything. I'm thinking, Pray, you bitch, just pray, and then I have to admit to myself what a turn-on it is encouraging these girls to debase themselves in front of me for what amounts to pocket change. I also mention, after pouring them another drink, that I went to Harvard, and then I ask, after a pause, "Ever hear of it?" Svolgimento di interrogazioni "Patrick." She smiles. Questa ritengo sia una domanda che dobbiamo tutti porci. STONECIPHER, KENNETH 21 JACKSON, LORENE 18 15-DEC-1930 8-212 SMITH, AUDREY MAE 21 WARNER, CLIFTON 20 C 16-JUN-1951 12-198 "What?" Evelyn asks, looking around the limo. "Are there glasses in here? What's not it, honey?" in che modo il Governo intenda rivitalizzare il contratto di sicurezza per la zona orientale e potenziare il coordinamento delle forze dell’ordine operanti sul territorio. SMITH, LEE EDWARD 17 FLEMONS, DOROTHY GEAN 16 C 21-AUG-1955 12-595 "The Edge is wearing Armani," she shouts, pointing at the bassist. "Yeah." I shrug. "Brittle." STEWART, J.Y. 47 GLOVER, (M) E.M. 41 25-JUN-1896 3-392 "Listen," he says, turning to face me. "If anything occurs to you, any information at all…" Grabbing my raincoat out of the closet in the entranceway I find a Burberry scarf and matching coat with a whale embroidered on it (something a little kid might wear) and it's covered with what looks like dried chocolate syrup crisscrossed over the front, darkening the lapels. I take the elevator downstairs to the lobby, rewinding my Rolex by gently shaking my wrist. I say good morning to the doorman, step outside and hail a cab, heading downtown toward Wall Street. i motivi del trasferimento dei rami d’azienda sarebbero: SLEDGE, COLLIN 59 BRANDON, ANNIE 51 C 20-JUL-1925C 7-388 STRINGFELLOW, (Ms) OLLIE 44 LAVENDER, C.H. 31 13-JAN-1939 9-534 SEYMORE, LILLIAN 22 HOLMES, SAM 25 19-AUG-1900 4-28 E quali mezzi e risorse mettiamo a disposizione per garantire un intelligence efficace? Lei sa che negli ultimi giorni si è parlato addirittura dei servizi segreti; oggi vogliamo affidare ai servizi segreti quello che una volta era il mestiere di Polizia e Carabinieri. "I think you are. . ." I stand there, my voice trailing off. "I don't care," McDermott says bravely. "She is beautiful. I want to fuck her. I want to marry her. I want her to have my children." "Patrick?… Hello?" SHARLOTTE, J.W. 40 SULLIVAN, (M) DOSIA 30 22-MAR-1906 4-408 ealbreaker. Would I ruin things by strangling Luis? If I married Evelyn would she make me buy her Lacroix gowns until we finalized our divorce? Have the South African colonial forces and the Soviet-backed black guerrillas found peace yet in Namibia? Or would the world be a safer, kinder place if Luis was hacked to bits? My world might, so why not? There really is no… other hand. It's really even too late to be asking these questions since now I'm in the men's room, staring at myself in the mirror - tan and haircut perfect - checking out my teeth which are completely straight and white and gleaming. Winking at my reflection I breathe in, sliding on a pair of leather Armam gloves, and then make my way toward the stall Luis occupies. The men's room is deserted. All the stalls are empty except for the one at the end, the door not locked, left slightly ajar, the sound of Luis whistling something from Les Misйrables getting almost oppressively louder as I approach. SMITH, DOCK 48 BROWN, MILLIE 27 26-MAY-1901 4-71 "Walking in here I spotted a pair of men's gold-tasseled loafers from Bergdorf Goodman, waiting to be shined, outside the door of the next room. Who do they belong to?" I ask. "Donald's a nice guy. You should meet him," I say. "I'll… introduce you to him." …vases and felt fedoras with feather headbands and alligator toiletry cases with gilt-silver bottles and brushes and shoehorns that cost two hundred dollars and candlesticks and pillow covers and gloves and slippers and powder puffs and handknitted cotton snowflake sweaters and leather skates and Porsche-design ski goggles and antique apothecary bottles and diamond earrings and silk ties and boots and perfume bottles and diamond earrings and boots and vodka glasses and card cases and cameras and mahogany servers and scarves and aftershaves and photo albums and salt and pepper shakers and ceramic-toaster cookie jars and two-hundred-dollar shoehorns and backpacks and aluminum lunch pails and pillow covers… se i Ministri non ritengano altresì che l’operazione configurata presenti rischi per i lavoratori ceduti, giacché è prevedibile che in seguito alla razionalizzazione delle procedure si determineranno tensioni occupazionali e la formazione di esuberi non riassorbibili; "Oh the usual," he sighs. "That he wore yellow and maroon ties. That he had lunch at '21.' That in reality he was not an arbitrageur - which was what Thimble thought he was - but a merger-maker. Only the usual." I can almost hear him shrug. Her expression changes and because of this I notice the book - Sartre - in her lap and then the Columbia book bag by her side and finally the tan-colored coffee in the cup and my dollar bill floating in it and though this all happens in a matter of seconds it's played out in slow motion and she looks at me, then at the cup, and shouts, "Hey, what's your goddamn problem?" and frozen, hunched over the cup, cringing, I stutter, "I didn't… I didn't know it was… full," and shaken, I walk away, hailing a taxi, and heading toward Hubert's in it I hallucinate the buildings into mountains, into volcanoes, the streets become jungles, the sky freezes into a backdrop, and before stepping out of the cab I have to cross my eyes in order to clear my vision. Lunch at Hubert's becomes a permanent hallucination in which I find myself dreaming while still awake. Like a smash cut from a horror movie - a jump zoom - Luis Carruthers appears, suddenly, without warning, from behind his column, slinking and jumping at the same time, if that's' possible. I smile at the salesgirl, then awkwardly move away from him and over to a display case of suspenders, in dire need of a Xanax, a Valium, a Halcion, a Frozfruit, anything. "No dice," he says, wiping his nose. He lifts my drink to his face and sniffs it, then takes a sip and lights one of Daisy's cigarettes. He looks back at me while lighting it and introduces himself to Francesca before looking back at me. "Don't look so, you know, astounded, Bateman. It happens." STRINGFELLOW, NEELEY 26 POLLOCK, CAROLYN 25 30-APR-1974 16-65 SMITH, (M) LOUISE 44 MORRIS, G.S. 34 22-FEB-1919 6-267 SHEPPARD, FRANK WALTER 21 URQUEHEART, DOROTHY 27 C 19-JAN-1964 14-256 PISANU, ministro dell'interno. Signor Presidente, onorevoli senatori, nel rispondere alle numerose interrogazioni sulla situazione della sicurezza e dell'ordine pubblico nella città di Napoli, vorrei avvertire che, per ovvie ragioni, non potrò essere esauriente su tutte le questioni di dettaglio che mi sono state poste fino alle ultime ore del pomeriggio di ieri. Naturalmente mi riservo, anche su eventuali segnalazioni degli onorevoli senatori, di fornire in altro modo tutte le precisazioni che mi verranno sollecitate. "But…" she starts, then stops. "Oh, forget it." "No. You are, Evelyn." I say. STOVER, EARL 19 LUNSFORD, REBA 16 07-APR-1939 9-555 "What a dork," Courtney whispers sadly to herself. "How many people in this world are like me?" I ask again. "Do I really appear like that?" STEPHENSON, (M) CAROLYN 26 BOWKER, DAN M. 26 28-APR-1949 11-579 "Oh wait, guys, listen, I got a joke." Preston rubs his hands together. "Was he involved at all, do you think, in, say, occultism or Satan worship?" Kimball asks seriously. STONE, LINDA JOANNE 32 ELLIOTT, BOBBY JOE 28 15-JUN-1985 17-92 "I just wanted to know if you know; ' he says without looking up. "What a bitch," I murmur, shaking my head. "You're inhuman," she says, trying, I think, not to cry. The maоtre d' walks up to the podium and inspects the book, takes a phone call, hangs up in a matter of seconds, then looks us over, not exactly displeased. The maоtre d' is at least fifty and has a ponytail. I clear my throat twice to get his full attention, make some kind of lame eye contact. SCOTT, MARVIN 56 PARHAM, BOBBIE LEE 39 28-NOV-1986 17-185 "I am not," she says, her voice a low prolonged growl of pain, ecstasy. "Jerk." "Don't worry," she says, and then hangs up. And as things fell apart Silence, during which I don't feel bad. "Oh brother." Price won't let it die. "Look," he starts, trying for a rational appraisal of the situation. "He presents himself as a harmless old codger. But inside…" He stops. My interest picks up, flickers briefly. "But inside…" Price can't finish the sentence, can't add the last two words he needs: doesn't matter. I'm both disappointed and relieved for him. "Who's Luis?" Scott asks, waving to the waitress to have the butter the busboy recently placed on the table removed - what a party animal. "Ah, Mr. Bateman," Helga says. "How are you?" "Wait! My espresso!" he calls out. BRUTTI Massimo (DS-U). Il valore della legalità è profondamente radicato nei lavoratori e nelle organizzazioni sindacali, perché la tenuta dell'intelaiatura sociale fondata sul rispetto della legge garantisce le classi più deboli. Proprio tale consapevolezza ha indotto il movimento operaio e la sinistra negli anni ‘70 e ’80, quando la violenza del terrorismo raggiunse l’apice in Italia, a resistere con fermezza alla tentazione del sovversivismo. Occorre allora evitare il rischio di enfatizzare episodi relativamente marginali, gratificandone gli autori privi di reale forza di persuasione, e ridicolizzare piuttosto quanti con toni decadenti esaltano l’estetica del furto. Plaude al comportamento delle forze dell'ordine che sabato 6 novembre hanno scongiurato che si acuisse la tensione, preferendo affidare all’azione giudiziaria il compito di punire chi ha violato la legalità, mentre minore soddisfazione suscitano talune valutazioni del Ministro; addirittura irresponsabili, infine, sono le affermazioni del Presid Vorrei che non ci fossero equivoci. Alcuni disobbedienti chiamano "shop surfing" questo tipo di attività. Per noi è un furto e su questo vorrei che non ci fossero equivoci di sorta. Ha scritto un liberale, Giuseppe Maranini, "…la legalità è un principio assoluto che non tollera transazioni e temperamenti, che non tollera aggettivi. La legalità c’è o non c’è. " - e aggiunge - "…l’illegalità mortifica lo stato di diritto, impedisce l’esercizio della democrazia, favorisce i ricchi, i potenti ed i prepotenti, annulla il diritto dei più deboli…". Credo che la condanna di questi episodi sia assolutamente unanime. Unable to grasp this request, Luis grabs at the hem of my Armani silk-cloth trench coat and, still lying on the floor, cries out, "Please, Patrick, please don't leave me." Carruthers motions for Courtney to change seats with him. She waves the little twit away and grips my thigh, which I flex rock-hard, and her hand lingers admiringly. But Luis persists and she gets up, and screams at me, "I think we need drugs tonight!" I nod. The lead singer, Bono, is screeching out what sounds like "Where the Beat Sounds the Same." Evelyn and Ashley leave to buy cigarettes, use the ladies' room, find refreshments. Luis sits next to me. I try using the power drill on her, forcing it into her mouth, but she's conscious enough, has strength, to close her teeth, clamping them down, and even though the drill goes through the teeth quickly, it fails to interest me and so I hold her head up, blood dribbling from her mouth, and make her watch the rest of the tape and while she's looking at the girl on the screen bleed from almost every possible orifice, I'm hoping she realizes that this would have happened to her no matter what. That she would have ended up lying here, on the floor in my apartment, hands nailed to posts, cheese and broken glass pushed up into her cunt, her head cracked and bleeding purple, no matter what other choice she might have made; that if she had gone to Nell's or Indochine or Mars or Au Bar instead of M.K., if she had simply not taken the cab with me to the Upper West Side, that this all would have happened anyway. I would have found her. This is the way the earth works. I decide not to bother with the camera tonight. SULLIVAN, DOCIE 15 GROVES, WILLIAM 28 04-JAN-1891 3-99 "Courtney might have her problems," Tim says, inspecting his recent manicure, "but my god, what is a… Vanden?" STRAHAN, JOHN R. 20 WILLIAMS, LILIA 19 23-SEP-1942 10-389 SMITH, J.L. 35 WILLINGHAM, MARTHA 32 27-AUG-1879 1-321 I put a Paul Butterfield tape in the cassette player, sit back at the desk and flip through last week's Sports Illustrated, but can't concentrate. I keep thinking about that damn tanning bed Van Patten has and I'm moved to pick up the phone and buzz jean. "Your address?" he asks, looking only at his book. "Unused," she says. "Totally unused." I'm not really listening, but while staring at my hair, I manage, "Oh. Really?" Apprezzo lo spirito con il quale il collega, senatore Formisano, ha chiesto un ministro dell'interno a Napoli, ma non credo sia questa la terapia. A Napoli c'è un blocco sociale di società incivile all'interno della società civile. "But I don't remember," I say, mimicking her. "Yes, Patrick?" "How courageous," I murmur, yawning again, the cab inching its way toward Nell's, then, raising my voice, "Listen, does anyone know of a device you can hook up to your phone to simulate that call-waiting sound?" tress - who is wearing a bicolored suit of wool grain with passementerie trim by Myrone de Prйmonville and velvet ankle boots and who, I'm fairly sure, is flirting with me: laughs sexily when I order, as an appetizer, the monkfish and squid ceviche with golden caviar; gives me a stare so steamy, so penetrating when I order the gravlax potpie with green tomatillo sauce I have to look back at the pink Bellini in the tall champagne flute with a concerned, deadly serious expression so as not to let her think I'm too interested. Price orders the tapas and then the venison with yogurt sauce and fiddlehead ferns with mango slices. McDermott orders the sashimi with goat cheese and then the smoked duck with endive and maple syrup. Van Patten has the scallop sausage and the grilled salmon with raspberry vinegar and guacamole. The air-conditioning in the restaurant is on full blast and I'm beginning to feel bad that I'm not wearing the new Versace pullover I bought last week at Bergdorfs. It would look good with t "Well, no, I'm not sure," I start nervously. "It"s an interesting question. It wasn't explored fully enough. I mean after Dirty Dancing I wouldn't think so, but with Tiger Warsaw I don't know. I might be crazy, but I thought I detected some bitterness. I'm not sure." "Still, Sean." TESSITORE (DS-U). Domando di parlare. "How was it?" "But I don't hear any singing." She smiles, looks down demurely. ente del Consiglio circa un preteso diritto all’evasione conseguente ad un eccesso di pressione fiscale. (Applausi dai Gruppi DS-U e Mar-DL-U). SHIELDS, GEORGE Jr 22 JONES, ALINE 18 C 31-MAR-1951 12-159 SMITH, JEANETTE 18 HALE, WALTER 22 C 21-NOV-1939 10-41 (presentato in data 18/11/2004 ) After she's dressed and minutes of pure, hard silence have passed, I say, not unhopefully, "You don't want to get hurt, do you?" I also run into Meredith Powell later this week, on Friday night, at Ereze with Brock Thompson, and though we talk for ten minutes, mostly about why neither one of us is in the Hamptons, with Brock glaring at me the entire time, she doesn't mention Paul Owen once. I'm having an excruciatingly slow dinner with my date, Jeannette. The restaurant is flashy and new and the meal inches along, drags by. The portions are meager. I grow increasingly agitated. Afterwards I want to bypass M.K., even though Jeanette complains because she wants to dance. I'm tired and I need to rest. At my apartment I lie in bed, too distracted to have sex with her, so she leaves, and after watching a tape of this morning's Patty Winters Show, which is about the best restaurants in the Middle East, I pick up my cordless phone and tentatively, reluctantly, call Evelyn. STEWART, ANTHONY 18 CHANEY, SUSAN 15 C 06-APR-1874 A1-15 "Well, guys…" I measure my words carefully. "The tasseled loafer is traditionally a casual shoe…" I glance back at Price, wanting the drink badly. He brushes past Luis, who offers his hand. Price smiles, says something, moves on, strides over to our table. Luis, once more, tries to catch the bartender's attention and once more fails. SMITH, HATTIE LEE 19 SEGREST, SAMUEL JOHN 21 C 18-SEP-1954 12-550 "Oh really?" he asks. "I didn't know that." "The sunglasses. Give them now," he grunts. "She is hot, " Van Patten says, ignoring his scallop sausage. "He was a moron," I say. "And now he's in London." "Listen," I say, my voice trembling with emotion, "have whatever you want but I'm telling you I recommend the Diet Pepsi." I look down at my lap, at the blue cloth napkin, the words Deck Chairs sewn into the napkin's edge, and for a moment think I'm going to cry; my chin trembles and I can't swallow. SANDERS, PEARL 17 HUDDLESTON, G.W. 27 14-DEC-1892 3-188 L’interrogazione 3-01842, del senatore Sodano Tommaso, rivolta al Presidente del Consiglio dei ministri, è rivolta anche al Ministro dell’interno. "Don't be… shy," he says. SPAKES, CLEMON 21 HOLDERFIELD, FAY 19 16-NOV-1940 10-157 SMITH, ANNA LEE 23 HARPER, G.W. 30 C 12-NOV-1935 9-136 "Your girlfriend's a total bitch," I tell the guy. "Why?" I ask. SPAKES, JENA CAROL 19 WOODS, ROBERT LEE 24 09-JUN-1986 17-151 per quali motivi, considerata l’importanza, anche sotto il profilo numerico, della manifestazione in oggetto, non si sia provveduto in tempo a prevenire siffatte azioni; "Bimbo, bimbo," someone says. "Bypass, bypass." "Tell Hamlin to invite - oh shit, I don't know." I stop. "Tell Hamlin to have dinner with the Texas guy alone." I stop again, realizing something. "Wait a minute. Does this mean Hamlin will… take us out? I mean pay for it, since it's a business dinner?" it overdressed, and she has sunglasses on even though the windows in the limo are tinted and it's already dusk. She holds a small bouquet of flowers, daisies, Carruthers gave her, which failed to make Courtney jealous since she seems intent upon clawing Evelyn's face open, which right now, though it's the better-looking face, seems not a bad idea and one I wouldn't mind watching Courtney carry out. Courtney has a slightly better body, Evelyn nicer tits. "It's so…" Her face is now one long agonized grimace mask and, shuddering, she coughs. "…minty." But she tries to smile appreciatively, which becomes an impossibility. She reaches for my glass of water and gulps it down, desperate to rid her mouth of the taste. Then, noticing how worried I look, she tries to smile, this time apologetically. "It's just" - she shudders again - "it's just… so minty." SYNCLAIR, ED 37 BRANDON, JANE 25 10-JAN-1902 4-116 "Jesus," I mutter again, walking over to Daisy. "What did she have?" I ask, ignoring him. "The client's bimbo." SHIELDS, WALLACE 21 SCOTT, DELPHIA LEE 18 C 24-MAR-1951 12-156 SMITH, EMMER 36 HAMILTON, JIM 41 30-MAR-1929 7-478 "Tm hungry," he whispers. "Libby, come on," Caron says, pulling her toward two taxis at the curb. SMITH, HENDERSON 30 CROSBY, (M) OZIE 26 C 11-APR-1936 9-191 "It's really funny that girls think guys are concerned with that, with diseases and stuff," Van Patten says, shaking his head. SIMPSON, PAULINE ELIZABET 29 SIMPSON, FRANK A. 29 13-JUL-1946 11-221 se corrisponda al vero: SHELBY, S.M. 24 PATRICK, (Ms) M.J. 15 28-OCT-1896 3-403 "But I canceled them, I thought," I say, taking another Xanax. "Yeah. He also wants to shack up with the Armenian chick at the bar," Price sneers. "What'll she give birth to - a bottle of Korbel and a pint of peach juice?" SMITH, EARSIE LEE 18 RAINEY, PORTER 20 C 18-JAN-1956 12-579 SINGLETON, VARNIE 18 O'NEAL, JOSEPH 25 27-DEC-1917 6-206 STONE, (M) IONE D. 55 SCOTT, ROY A. 58 07-JAN-1966 14-466 "It's a fucking milligram of… Sweet'n Low," he chokes. She calms herself down and, ignoring me, opening her handbag again, mutters, "Pathological. Your behavior is pathological." STEWART, T.J. 20 LINN, SUSAN 18 05-DEC-1878 1-266 "Oh god," she wails. "I can't believe it." I pause, wondering how to answer, before admitting, "Zeus Bar at nine. McDermott. Hamlin." And then, less hopefully, "Would you like to meet us?" SMITH, GENICE 18 WELLS, JIMMY D. 22 C 25-AUG-1963 14-200 "It's just strange," he agrees, staring out the window, lost. "One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then…" Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. "I just don't get how someone, anyone, can appear that way yet be involved in such total shit," Price says, ignoring Craig, averting his eyes from Farrell. He takes out a cigar and studies it sadly. To me it still looks like there's a smudge on Price's forehead. "Harvard," I tell him. "Then Harvard Business School." While writing it down for him, I mention, "You've been gone, like, forever, Tim. What's the story?" I ask, again noticing the smudge on his forehead, though I get the feeling that if I asked someone else if it was truly there, he (or she) would just say no. SALONE, (M) ELIZABETH 31 JOHNSON, WALTER 26 26-FEB-1932 8-366 "I suppose," I say, staring out the window. "I don't recognize anything. "It sure is," I say apprehensively. "Why didn't I ever see this, I wonder." "Dominique, cool it," he says, then places his hand over the phone and mutters something, muffled. "We should do it," she says softly. "Patrick…" "Think of it as… frost. As Christmas frost. As expensive Christmas frost," I say, SMITH, GOLDEN 28 CARTER, (M) MAGGIE 24 C 07-NOV-1943 10-515 "Just say no." Someone laughs. "Er… cold," the waiter says, not fully recovered from my outburst, sensing he's dealing with someone very, very on edge. "Besides, Patrick, you're the Grinch." SMITH, IRA* 50 RAY, J.A. 55 C 06-AUG-1932 8-401 "Well, Duntech wood," he answers too quickly. "No," I say, trying to contain my laughter. "I really don't." "I need another J&B," I say, getting up. "Guys?" se i Ministri in indirizzo non ravvedano, nell’operazione di conferimento delle sopra descritte attività a Capitalia Informatica s.p.a, un vulnus al fondamentale principio di uguaglianza contenuto nell’art. 3 della Costituzione, con riferimento all’impossibilità dei 1800 cittadini lavoratori coinvolti di esercitare con individuale libera manifestazione di volontà il diritto di accettare o respingere la cessione del proprio contratto di lavoro a un subentrante soggetto; "I'm ignoring you," I say, moving my mouth down on her small perfect nipples, both of them stiff, sitting on hard, big tits. "I've heard they're quite good live," she says, and her own voice has a light, musical lilt to it. "Who else do you like?" PRESIDENTE. Seguono le interrogazioni 3-00585, 3-01373, 3-01514, 3-01807, 3-01829 (già 2-00573), 3-01830 (già 4-04440), 3-01831 (già 4-01310), 3-01833, 3-01836, 3-01838, 3-01839, 3-01841 e 3-01842 (già 4-07645) sulla recrudescenza della criminalità nella città di Napoli. SESSON, ANGELIE 20 COX, ORIE 21 23-JUL-1938 9-474 "You're evil," she says, slightly excited, running her hands along my broad, hard shoulder. "I keep her in cashmere. A great deal of cashmere," I murmur, and then, "I've got to call her and tell her not to come." "Patrick-" 'They're elves," she stresses. "Santa's helpers. God, what a sourpuss. Look at them. They're adorable. That one over there is Rudolph, the one passing out candy canes is Blitzen. The other one is Donner-" "Watch me act thrilled," Price says, turning around. "Well, as thrilled as I can get meeting someone from Georgia." "But wait, why is that?" he asks, trying to sip from his martini glass while attempting to follow me. che, inoltre, le cause della perdurante situazione, visto l’eccezionale impegno delle forze dell’ordine, devono ricercarsi anche in altri aspetti, quali l’assoluta assenza o inefficacia sia degli strumenti amministrativi locali di controllo del territorio e della legalità in genere che l’assoluta inadeguatezza della risposta repressiva giudiziaria; "Oh god, guys, lighten up. Fidelity? Right." "Um…" She stalls, about to hand me the Perrier, and asks, "What? I didn't hear you," before setting the drink on my desk. SMITH, STEFANIE 18 GIRTON, PAUL 17 14-MAR-1990 17-403 "Bateman?" Van Patten asks. "What the fuck are you doing?" STATON, A.J. 21 CRAIN, ERMA 20 22-OCT-1920 6-395 "Something bad? Like what?" I asked, trying to concentrate on the numbers sliding across my monitor while simultaneously waving Jean away, even though she was holding a sheaf of papers I was supposed to sign. "That all Michelob breweries in the Northeast are closing? That 976-BIMBO has stopped making house calls?" SMITH, J.M. 49 HALL, (M) CATHERINE 40 C 28-DEC-1929 8-103 "But you didn't even make it!" I scream. "It was catered!" Christie sits up and turns herself around and while still on top of Elizabeth presses her cunt into Elizabeth's gasping face and soon, like in a movie, like animals, the two of them start feverishly licking and fingering each other's cunts. Elizabeth, totally red-faced, her neck muscles straining like a madwoman's, tries to bury her head in Christie's pussy and then spreads Christie's ass cheeks open and starts tonguing the hole there, making guttural sounds. "Yeah," I say in monotone. "Stick your tongue up that bitch's asshole." He's not listening. Still on my haunches, I just stare at him in disbelief. SHIRER, RAE DRISCOLL 20 LUNSFORD, WILLIE BOB 24 06-JAN-1979 16-364 "There are no tables available tonight," the maоtre d', unflappable, drones. "The waiting list is also totally booked." He hangs up. "Did you follow me in here?" I ask. Nel corso della mattinata, circa duecento persone - tra cui "disobbedienti" ed esponenti dei centri sociali romani, milanesi e del nord-est, nonché elementi del "Coordinamento di lotta per la casa" di Roma - si sono riunite in due distinti gruppi in via dei Volsci ed in piazza Vittorio, da dove, spostandosi con la metropolitana, hanno raggiunto il centro commerciale "Panorama" di via Tiburtina. Una volta all'interno, i manifestanti hanno diffuso volantini e scandito slogan contro la politica economica del Governo, invitando i presenti a non pagare gli acquisti, mentre i leader dell'iniziativa hanno avviato una "trattativa" con il direttore del centro allo scopo di ottenere "il 70 per cento di sconto sulla spesa". Contestualmente, tuttavia, la maggior parte dei manifestanti ha iniziato a riempire i carrelli con merce varia, cercando di uscire dal centro commerciale scavalcando le casse, mentre altri attivisti, dopo aver danneggiato alcune vetrine interne, hanno asportato diversi articoli. Un dipendente di "Pan "Listen, Mr. Owen said I can take his car for the night, so…" I stop. "You know, let's just get on with it." STOVER, VIDA 17 GREEN, THOMAS 20 26-MAR-1915 6-37 She nods. The shoes I'm wearing are crocodile loafers by A. Testoni. SEGREST, JOSIE LEE 19 HARRIS, JEFF 24 C 21-MAR-1926 7-269 "Because I think you need to see someone," I begin, hesitantly, honestly. "I think you are emotionally unstable." SHIELDS, JOHN H. 23 HOLMES, ZONIE 22 31-OCT-1901 4-98 "Tasseled loafers, jerk-off," he says. SMITH, FANNIE 22 WALLACE, ANDREW 28 11-JAN-1899 3-521 ollar robe and two pairs of Ralph Lauren pajamas, and I'm having it all mailed to my apartment except for the handkerchiefs, which I'm having monogrammed then sent to P & P. I've already made somewhat of a scene in the ladies' shoe department and, embarrassingly, was chased out by a distressed salesperson. At first it's only a sense of vague uneasiness and I'm unsure of its cause, but then it feels, though I can't be positive, as if I'm being followed, as if someone has been tracking me throughout Barney's. Paul Owen is standing near the bar holding a champagne flute, studying his antique silver pocket watch (from Harnmahcher Schlemmer, no doubt), and I'm about to walk over and mention something about that damned Fisher account when Humphrey Rhinebeck bumps into me trying to avoid stepping on one of the elves and he's still wearing a cashmere chesterfield overcoat by Crombie from Lord & Taylor, a peak-lapeled double-breasted wool tuxedo, a cotton shirt by Perry Ellis, a bow tie from Hugo Boss and paper antlers in a way that suggests he's completely unaware, and as if by rote the twerp says, "Hey Bateman, last week I brought a new herringbone tweed jacket to my tailor for alterations." "Which was?" Jean asks cautiously. STOVER, G.W. 21 SULLIVAN, (Ms) S.F. 18 12-MAR-1893 3-208 ..Anyway…" I sigh, continuing, "I saw some guy in the men's room… a total… Wall Street guy… wearing a one-button viscose, wool and nylon suit by… Luciano Soprani… a cotton shirt by… Gitman Brothers… a silk tie by Ermenegildo Zegna and, I mean, I recognized the guy, a broker, named Eldridge… I've seen him at Harry's and Au Bar and DuPlex and Alex Goes to Camp… all the places, but… when I went in after him, I saw… he was writing… something on the wall above the… urinal he was standing at." I pause, take a swallow of her beer. "When he saw me come in… he stopped writing… put away the Mont Blanc pen… he zipped up his pants… said Hello, Henderson to me… checked his hair in the mirror, coughed… like he was nervous or… something and… left the room." I pause again, another swallow. "Anyway… I went over to use the… urinal and… I leaned over… to read what he… wrote." Shuddering, I slowly wipe my forehead with a napkin. "Really?" Van Patten asks, leaning over McDermott. "Let me guess. Perrier-Jouлt?" "Oh you know how Luis is about the Japanese," she starts, her eyes already glazed over. I pause, unsure. "Uh, yeah." "I'm toying with the idea," I say. "Mr. Manhattan," I say. "I'm acknowledging you." nd on the sign in letters that match the drapes' color are the words THIS IS NOT AN EXIT. "Why Robert Hall?" I ask. "Why him?" Goodbyes are said and on their way out of Harry's they stop by the table Dibble and Hamilton are sitting at, or at least I think it's Dibble and Hamilton. Before they leave, Denton looks over at our table, at me, one last time, and he seems panicked, convinced of something by my presence, as if he recognized me from somewhere, and this, in turn, freaks me out. "Well," I say, squeezing a lime into my glass. "That's just wonderful. Law school really paid off." "So?" McDermott sighs. "Hamlin doesn't want to go to 1500." Allegato B SMITH, VIRGINIA 22 McFADDEN, ANDERSON 37 C 10-MAY-1943 10-468 "Cross that one out," Hamlin says. "Gandango?" he suggests. "What did you do last night?" McDermott asks, and then, "Nice threads." "You think I'm dumb," she says. "You think all models are dumb." SCOTT, (M) BETTY 65 KINGSBERRY, JAMES LAMAR 53 C 05-OCT-1943 10-506 After a pause McDermott says "Tick-tock, tick-tock" in singsong. "We're getting nowhere. Of course Hamlin is going to be carrying." I take a sip of cognac and smile secretly to myself, teasing her, dashing her hopes, her dreams of being reunited. "You know," I interrupt, "you should have it with Diet Pepsi. It's much better." "Where Do Broken Hearts Go" is the album's most powerful emotional statement of innocence lost and trying to regain the safety of childhood. Her voice is as lovely and controlled as it ever has been and it leads up to "I Know Him So Well," the most moving moment on the record because it's first and foremost a duet with her mother, Cissy. It's a ballad about… who? - a lover shared? a long-lost father? - with a combination of longing, regret, determination and beauty that ends the album on a graceful, perfect note. We can expect new things from Whitney (she made a stunning gift to the 1988 Olympics with the ballad "One Moment in Time") but even if we didn't, she would remain the most exciting and original black jazz voice of her generation. ntage chain-mail-vent purse and a vintage sterling silver dresser set from Macy's, a white pine whatnot from Conran's, an Edwardian nine-carat-gold "gate" bracelet from Bergdorfs and hundreds upon hundreds of pink and white roses. SIMPSON, (M) C.T. 60 MITCHELL, JOHN J. 59 04-MAR-1891 3-110 "That's nice," Courtney says, patting Scott's hand. "Can you see?" I ask the girl not on the television set. "Can you see this? Are you watching?" I whisper. SWEARINGEN, DAYTON LEE 21 NEELEY, BARBARA A. 20 11-SEP-1953 12-479 SMITTIE, JOHN H. 55 JACKSON, NOVELLA 44 C 08-JUN-1967 15-20 "Oh man," Van Patten says, distressed. "I know that chick." "Can I bring Stash and Vanden?" she asks coyly. "Oh." She nods, silently relieved, believing me. Fyodor Dostoevsky "What does Bateman think?" McDermott asks, the jaded asshole. SPAKES, SYBLE L. 18 STONE, CARL J. 24 17-DEC-1948 11-545 Banca di Roma: strutture facenti capo all’Area "Sistemi e Servizi" che svolge servizi informatici e di back-office per un totale di 1.208 dipendenti; "No," I say. "But I bet you'd like to." SPEERS, HATTIE 36 WYNN, C.I. 48 20-APR-1937 9-327 SHIELDS, BOBBIE JEAN 18 JEFFERSON, OSCAR L. 28 C 07-APR-1956 12-613 "After you were supposed to meet me?" she asks. "He must feel very lucky to have a brother like you," he says, sliding up next to me, grinning sincerely. SULLIVAN, EURA EVELYN 17 BRYANT, WILLIAM FRANKLIN 18 06-JUL-1946 11-220 "So solly, dude. You've got to have the Infinity IRS V speakers," I say. "Or-" "Oh for god's sake, Patrick, grow up," Evelyn moans. "Just stop it. Why do you insist on doing that? Do you really think you're going to get away with it?" SMITH, CAROL 17 HAYNIE, JOHN 20 24-AUG-1979 16-393 quali siano gli obiettivi e quale la strategia che il Ministro dell’interno intende realizzare. considerato tuttavia: SOWRHEAVER, BARRY STEVEN 28 CHAMBERS, KATHY KLING 31 22-JUL-1988 17-303 SHELBY, EMMA 19 DEVORE, ELLIOTT 21 20-DEC-1894 3-299 IMS, LEROY 33 PENNINGTON, LILLIE MAE 25 22-FEB-1937 9-307 SMITH, WALTER 24 WILSON, ANNIE 17 27-AUG-1911 5-265 "And now okay, go on. Bruce Boyer, what did he do?" McDermott demands, releasing a sigh, rolling his eyes up. "Let's see - skin them alive? Starve them to death? Run them over? Feed them to dogs? What?" STOUT, NINA 30 MULLINS, RUSSELL 45 26-MAY-1976 16-218 "I'm not…" He coughs, holding himself, shaking miserably, violently, unable to finish the sentence. "Did I ever tell you that I want to wear a big yellow smiley-face mask and then put on the CD version of Bobby McFerrin's 'Don't Worry, Be Happy' and then take a girl and a dog - a collie, a chow, a sharpei, it doesn't really matter - and then hook up this transfusion pump, this IV set, and switch their blood, you know, pump the dog's blood into the hardbody and vice versa, did I ever tell you this?" While I'm speaking I can hear the girl working on my feet humming one of the songs from Les Misйrables to herself, and then Helga runs a moistened cotton ball across my nose, leaning close to the face, inspecting the pores. I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest - expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat. "'That doesri t matter. Besides, I just ordered one. So there." SHULTZ, NANNIE 17 MOODY, GEORGE F. 17 16-DEC-1890 3-89 SAVAGE, GEORGE EDD 22 BALLENTINE, BETTY LYNN 18 31-AUG-1962 14-33 "No, fuck yourself," Price screams back, trying to scramble over the aluminum divider, but I pull him down with one hand and in the next stall the toilet flushes and the unidentified person, obviously unnerved, scampers out of the men's room. Price leans against the door of our stall and stares at me in this hopeless way. He rubs a trembling hand over his still-crimson face and shuts his eyes tightly, lips white, slight residue of cocaine under one nostril - and then quietly he says, without opening his eyes, "Okay. Let's do it." Another cab, its light on, empty, cruises past ours, going at least eighty. I'm not saying anything, just shaking my head. "I am going to take" - I swallow, trembling, open my leather datebook, pull out a Mount Blanc pen from my Bottega Veneta briefcase - "your license number down. . ." SILAS, BELL 31 JOHNSON, ASBERY 29 11-APR-1901 4-64 STOCKER, (M) EDIE 50 STUBBLEFIELD, HENRY 65 C 25-NOV-1929 8-91 SPRINKLE, EARNSTEEN 21 RAULS, CORNELIUS 24 22-JUL-1945 11-67 "Perhaps," Van Patten teases. Armstrong: you are an… asshole. "Uh-huh." I nod. "Well…" Paisley ties, plaid suits, my aerobics class, returning videotapes, spices to pick up from Zabar's, beggars, white-chocolate truffles… The sickening scent of Drakkar Noir, which is what Christopher is wearing, floats over near my face, mingling with the scent of the marmalade and cilantro, the onions and the blackened chilies. "Uh-huh," I say, repeat. SIMPSON, ANNIE 22 SHEFFIELD, JOE 26 04-OCT-1903 4-224 "Well, I ran into Arthur Crystal and Kitty Martin," I say. 'They just had dinner at Cafй Luxembourg." "When?" I ask. "Thank god," I say viciously. "Need a light? Nice matches." "You're impossible," she whines. "You're a party pooper." "No," he sighs, but politely asks, "Is it any good?" "I thought the pinto beans with salmon and mint were really, really… you know," Elizabeth says, walking into the living room of my apartment and in one graceful movement kicking off both satin and suede Maud Frizon pumps and flopping onto the couch, "good, but Patrick, my god it was expensive and," then, bristling, she bitches, "it was only pseudo nouvelle." "So," she asks. "Are you seeing anyone?" STUDDARD, JOHN W. 74 STOVER, MABEL A. 73 17-OCT-1992 17-581 SMITH, GINNETT 34 MITCHELL, WILEY M. Jr 25 02-JAN-1950 12-12 "Patrick." She laughs suggestively. "Are you serious?" SMITH, GLORIA JEAN 42 NORRELL, ROBERT F. 57 30-NOV-1984 17-69 Derivante da stralcio art. 1-15, art. 16 (co.1-3; 8; 9), art. 17,, da art. 19 a 24, art. 25 (co. 9), art. 26 (co. 1-3), art. 27 (co. 1-6), art. 28, art. 29 (co. 4-7), art. 29 (co. 9 meno ult. per.), art. 30 (co. 1-3), art. 31 (co. 1-6; 8-20), da art. 32 a 38 del DDL C.5310 PEDRIZZI (AN). Signor Presidente, ringrazio il signor Ministro per la sua risposta esaustiva, anche se - devo essere molto sincero - mi soddisfa al 70 per cento. "I just want to know what you want to do," she says. "You kill Solly," he says, definitely recognizing me from somewhere, cutting another denial on my part by growling, "You son-of-a-bitch." SMITH, FANNIE 18 RAMSEY, H.G. 24 08-JAN-1916 6-77 SMITH, EASTER 19 TAYLOR, GARLAND 21 02-MAR-1919 6-268 "It's like zero zero zero percentage whatever, you know - are you listening?" Van Patten asks. SWIMP, (M) JOSIE 22 ALLEN, TOM 23 02-JUN-1907 5-18 SIPES, DOCIE 18 SPAKES, DON 20 29-FEB-1924 7-129 SINGLETON, LULA 17 ALTHEIMER, ARTHUR 26 01-DEC-1900 4-41 SMITH, RETHA 18 COURTNEY, CALVIN 21 03-JAN-1951 12-122 offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says "Oh, man" gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whole and the crack dealer stares at me, trying to mask his deep disturbance with an amused glare, and I grab him by the neck and croak out, my breath reeking, "The best engine is in the BMW 750iL," and then I move on to a phone booth, where I babble gibberish at the operator until I finally spit out my credit card number and then I'm speaking to the front office of Xclusive, where I cancel a massage appointment that I never made. I'm able to compose myself by simply staring at my feet, actually at the A. Testoni loafers, kicking pigeons aside, and without even noticing, I enter a shabby delicatessen on Second Avenue and I'm still confused, mixed up, sweaty, and I walk over to a short, fat Jewish woman, old and hideously dressed. "Listen," I say. "I have a reservation. Bateman. Where's the maоtre d? I know Jackie Mason," and she sighs, "I can seat "Bateman, I know this sounds like an impossibility," McDermott says. "But the void is actually widening." SMITH, THOMAS 24 PRESTON, BILLIE LEE 18 C 31-DEC-1950 12-117 "Where?" McDermott presses. "First Boston? Goldman?" "Well," I sigh. "Whatever it is, it should be really cold." DATO, segretario, dà lettura del processo verbale della seduta pomeridiana del giorno precedente "It's great," I say. "Isn't it?" SPAKES, CLAUD 20 DOSS, LILLIE 14 04-NOV-1917 6-196 I suddenly start paying attention, until she says, "But he never touched my face." SCALLION, B.F. 22 GILL, PERMELIA ANN 18 15-OCT-1874 A1-21 quali misure straordinarie e mirate intenda promuovere e sollecitare per affrontare l’emergenza micro-criminalità e la recrudescenza dei fenomeni di «malagioventù» nella città di Napoli. "Where do you work out?" "Speak up," I tell him. "Come on." Anne answers for Courtney. "Her boyfriend," she says after seeing Courtney, confused, actually looking at me for help. "The Fisher account," Reeves says. SCHNEIDER, DAVID L. 22 MURRAY, WANDA DOLORES 24 01-SEP-1967 15-43 ng that needs pepper. No pepper. Tell him to get lost.- ; tuttavia, sono aumentate in parallelo anche le denunce e gli arresti, compresi quelli di alcuni latitanti. In tale quadro, l'operazione "Alto impatto" ha già prodotto notevoli risultati ed ha consentito di elaborare 24 progetti per Napoli, di cui 8 già realizzati e 10 in corso di realizzazione, per l'incremento della sicurezza e la diffusione della cultura della legalità. Inoltre, il 10 novembre scorso è stato sottoscritto un contratto per la sicurezza urbana tra la Prefettura e il Comune di Napoli, che prevede la costituzione di comitati circoscrizionali per la legalità, la sicurezza e la solidarietà, con il compito di promuovere il monitoraggio del territorio, la riqualificazione urbanistica e la conoscenza delle leggi a sostegno delle vittime dell'estorsione e del racket. Infine, vanno ricordate le misure a breve e medio periodo, quali l’intensificazione delle attività di intelligence per il contrasto e la prevenzione, l'ulteriore razionalizzazione delle forze dell'ordine e il potenziamento delle dotazio PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. SMITH, AMANDA 18 ROBERTS, RAY 30 05-MAR-1960 13-253 MESTRE (VE), 30 gennaio 2004 "We'll soon become targets for horny Iranian chicks," Price drones. SCHOUHEVER, ELIZABETH 22 HARSH, GEORGE R. 27 22-DEC-1895 3-348 SHELTON, ONZELL 17 CRAWFORD, G.T. 25 12-APR-1924 7-135 Come lei, signor Ministro, ha potuto sentire dagli interventi dei colleghi del centro-sinistra, il politicamente corretto non serve. Noi andiamo ad impattare contro un muro fatto di preconcetto, di precostituita negatività nei confronti di tutto quello che viene da questo Governo e da questa maggioranza. Non serve, signor Ministro: non serve oggi, a noi che abbiamo a cuore il vero interesse del Paese, come non ci è servito nei giorni scorsi. Mi scusi se glielo dico, ma - mi creda - lo faccio veramente nella convinzione che lei stia svolgendo il suo compito nel modo migliore possibile; nessuno potrebbe svolgerlo meglio di quanto lei sta facendo con sacrificio personale. SMITH, ANNIE M. 19 McKINNEY, N.A. 27 31-DEC-1891 3-148 FORMISANO - Ai Ministri del lavoro e delle politiche sociali e dell'economia e delle finanze - Premesso che: "You should go," she says finally, panting. She has stopped struggling with him. "No, silly. Forget it," I tell her. "I'll make them. Thanks." "Turn the light on," she says, trying to sit up. SHELTON, LEWIS 23 LUTRELL, EULA 18 16-NOV-1919 6-319 "I'll fax you an apology." "Yes?" he asks, as if harassed. "What is it?" I ask, opening the folded page. SIMMONS, MINNIE 20 COCHRAN, L.V. 26 20-FEB-1921 6-419 "Hi," I say, holding out a hand. "Pat Bateman." "What is what?" I ask calmly, annoyed. Sono soddisfatto del comportamento tenuto dalle forze dell’ordine sabato 6 novembre, perchè hanno affrontato con prudenza e sangue freddo una situazione difficile, scegliendo di non acuire in alcun modo la tensione e però individuando i fatti e le persone, promuovendo denunce e quindi procedimenti penali che debbono avere il loro corso. Silence. Arctic, frigid, utter silence. The light burning over us in the apartment is cold and electric. Standing there, I look at Torri then at the other girl, Tiffany, who looks queasy. "Yes sir." The maоtre d', younger than myself, faggy, innocent, an actor no doubt, adds, "I'm sorry." SPAKES, RICHARD E. 19 WEEKS, SUE 18 10-MAY-1947 11-365 quali assicurazioni abbia inteso e intenda fornire al Prefetto e al Questore di Napoli nel caso che essi siano costretti, come appare sempre più necessario, ad adottare misure impopolari di rigoroso contrasto della criminalità. SEARLE, RUTH GERTRUDE 29 HENDERSON, CECIL 35 30-NOV-1938 9-514 SIMPSON, (M) MARY ETTA 23 SIMPSON, CHARLES BOOKER 25 01-OCT-1962 14-48 I keep thinking of reasons why I'm sitting here, right now, tonight, with Sean, at Dorsia, but none come to mind. Just this infinitely recurring zero floats into view. After dinner - the food is small but very good; Sean touches nothing - I tell him that I have to meet Andrea Rothmere at Nell's and if he wants espresso or dessert, he should order it now since I have to be downtown by midnight. "How would you know, Timothy?" Van Patten grins. SHELTON, LUTHER 20 STRATTON, NELLIE 16 02-MAY-1925 7-211 "It's all so scary," Caron says, shivering. "Where are you going?" she asks, gripping my arm. SMITH, VIRGINIA 32 BREWER, ROOSEVELT 39 C 03-MAY-1971 15-446 "I also survived business school in Switzerland," Courtney says. "But I was in Geneva. Evelyn was in Lausanne." Dov’erano questi soggetti che oggi firmano con lei i protocolli d’intesa, ma sembra che i contratti siano fatti per essere firmati e poi disattesi, non onorati? Dov’erano quando bande di criminali chiudevano strade con cancelli, alzavano muretti, mettevano dissuasori per strada per non far passare le auto della polizia, ergevano negozi interi abusivi nei quali esercitavano ed esercitano un commercio abusivo? "Hey." I say, grinding my teeth. "You may think I'm a really disgusting yuppie but I'm not, really," I tell them, swallowing rapidly, wired out of my head. "Into where?" Elizabeth is making out with Christie, both of them naked on my bed, all the lights in the room burning, while I sit in the Louis Montoni chair by the side of the futon, watching them very closely, occasionally repositioning their bodies. Now I make Elizabeth lie on her back and hold both legs up, open, spreading them as wide as possible, and then I push Christie's head down and make her lap at her cunt - not suck on it but lap at it, like a thirsty dog - while fingering the clit, then, with her other hand, she sticks two fingers into the open, wet cunt, while her tongue replaces the fingers and then she takes the dripping fingers she's fucked Elizabeth's cunt with and forces them into Elizabeth's mouth, making her suck on them. Then I have Christie lie on top of Elizabeth and make her suck and bite at Elizabeth's full, swollen tits, which Elizabeth is also squeezing, and then I tell the two of them to kiss each other, hard, and Elizabeth takes the tongue that's been licking at her own small, pink cunt into h "Oh Patrick." "I'm looking for the water-soluble spermicidal lubricant," I call back. "What do you think I'm doing? Looking for an Advil?" My eyes fall on her coldly, untouched. Out on the street, music that sounds like salsa blares. The waiter finally brings the check. Svolgimento di interrogazioni "But this one isn't like the others." She lamely adds, "We have good seats." "Are you a model?" he asks, not laughing anymore. "I could swear I've seen you in a magazine or somewhere." "What do you want me to call you?" she asks, indignantly. "CEO?" She stifles a giggle. "Maybe because I'm hostile," I spit out. "Maybe because you sense this." "No," I say. I glance sharply at McDermott. He smiles, sips his drink and then smacks his lips, satisfied. SAELER, CLIFTON LEE 43 JAMES, NANCY LOUISE 35 21-FEB-1986 17-132 "Oh no, nothing like that," I say, though immediately I wish I had paused long enough before answering to scare her. "Just… general… brain" - I bite the tip off an herbed breadstick and shrug - "injuries." STICE, VERNON GLEN 51 GEORGE, BARBARA LEE 36 25-APR-1973 15-631 SPEARS, G.D. 21 CRANE, ETHEL 18 04-OCT-1903 4-222 il Ministro delle comunicazioni si era impegnato più volte, con generale apprezzamento, ad una soluzione più equa del problema, così come affermato in una risposta del 14 settembre 2004 ad una specifica interrogazione parlamentare. "Listen, I just…" I start softly, tactfully. "I just want to help." r, and pinned next to my boutonniere (a small white rose) was a finger bone I'd boiled the flesh off of. As elaborate as my costume was, Craig McDermott still managed to win first place in the competition. He came as Ivan Boesky, which I thought was unfair since a lot of people thought I'd gone as Michael Milken last year. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Home Abortion Kits. Suddenly Evelyn rushes up to us wearing a sable jacket and velvet pants by Ralph Lauren and in one hand she's holding a piece of mistletoe, which she places above my head, and in the other a candy cane. "But Zeus Bar is closed. and besides that we canceled a reservation we didn't even have there," McDermott says, trying to stay calm. SMILEY, BIRDIE 65 BURNS, IRA D. 55 13-FEB-1961 13-353 STUBBLEFIELD, (M) EDDIE* 20 MAYS, ANDREW 31 C 06-APR-1928 7-410 I start laughing. "Why?" An elf walks into the kitchen, setting down a tray of dirty plates, and past him, over him, I can see Paul Owen leaning into Meredith, who's shouting something into his ear over the din of Christmas music, and he scans the room looking for someone, nodding, then Courtney walks into view and I grab Evelyn, bringing her even closer to me. "Come on." He's smiling like there's something wrong. "I know who you are." Durante lo svolgimento della manifestazione contro il "precariato", organizzata dal movimento dei "disobbedienti", circa cinquanta giovani, alcuni dei quali travisati, staccatisi dal centro del corteo, sono entrati nella libreria "Feltrinelli" di largo Torre Argentina, dove hanno asportato un imprecisato numero di libri e dvd, per un valore di circa euro 30.000. Sono tuttora in corso attività investigative finalizzate all'individuazione dei responsabili. "Does it matter?" "Would you like to accompany me to dinner?" I ask, still staring at the crossword, gingerly erasing the m in one of the many meats I've filled the puzzle with. "That is, if you're not… doing anything." "Hold on," I croak. SHELBY, ELIZABETH ANN 20 LANE, HENRY ODIS 37 05-SEP-1969 15-276 but start laughing and I linger at the scene, amused by this tableau. When I spot an approaching taxi, I slowly walk away. se non ritenga che a nulla o quasi servano operazioni del tipo di quella denominata ’’alto impatto’’, le quali, anche se non si vuole accedere alle valutazioni di esse quali passeggiate turistiche in ambito criminale, costituiscono soltanto misure urgenti e contingenti, di nessuna utilità strutturale; SMITH, KATHERINE 17 KING, HERMAN 23 C 30-OCT-1948 11-532 I shrug too. "I'm just a happy camper." And I add, remembering, quoting, my brother: "Rocking and a rolling." "Oh really?" Timothy asks icily. "Where is that?" SCOTT, COLUMBUS 23 WILSON, LUCY 21 23-SEP-1917 6-189 "No, it's okay. That's not really pertinent," he apologizes. "I just have no other questions, I guess. I don't have a lot to go on." "And so the only way to do that," I continue, choosing words carefully, "is… to get turned on by a little hardbody, but sometimes money or fame" McDermott comes back and gives Alison, who's squeezing past him, the once-over before taking the seat next to mine. "Are you sure about 1500?" I ask. "That seems really bizarre." New Club "You're in," he says, lifting the ropes. "Why in the hell did you invite Evelyn in the first place?" one of them asks. "But I never told you what happened afterwards, " McDermott says, arching his eyebrows. ioramento delle condizioni di vita delle fasce più deboli. Mentre in questa occasione gli organizzatori possono asserire che la situazione sia loro sfuggita di mano consentendo il verificarsi di furti e aggressioni ai danni dei dipendenti del supermercato, l'assalto alla libreria Feltrinelli ha assunto le caratteristiche di un’azione preordinata di alcune frange dell'antagonismo più radicale al fine di inasprire le tensioni ed acquisire spazi politici nell'area di riferimento. Si va delineando in alcuni settori la tendenza ad innalzare il livello di scontro con iniziative che ora potrebbero rivolgersi al mondo del lavoro, per deviare il corso delle vertenze, mettere in crisi le grandi organizzazioni sindacali ed estremizzare il conflitto politico. Contro chi sceglie l’illegalità come strumento normale della lotta politica e chi giustifica tali azioni, lo Stato riafferma il suo impegno a non concedere spazi alla violenza. se non si ritenga opportuna la convocazione di un tavolo istituzionale che coinvolga le parti interessate, gli enti locali e le organizzazioni sindacali, al fine di valutare la possibilità di elaborare un nuovo piano di rilancio industriale che preveda l'entrata di nuovi soci nella compagine aziendale TSM, che rendano disponibili nuove risorse finanziarie per il definitivo rilancio dell'azienda. "The earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex. STRINGFELLOW, BILLIE J. 19 PATE, JOYCE ANN 18 30-JAN-1961 13-349 SHELBY, EDITH 18 ASHCRAFT, JAMES 21 16-JAN-1927 7-318 STRINGFELLOW, JULIA 22 KIMBROUGH, WILLIAM 26 02-AUG-1934 8-625 "Well," I say. "He looks great." "Name," he commands. After attempting to have sex with her for around fifteen minutes, I decide not to continue trying. BRUTTI Massimo (DS-U). Domando di parlare. "I want it," I shout, staring at his perfect, even part; even his scalp is tan. "That's, uh, a pretty good answer." Price says, then adds, "You're a real nut." "I beat up a girl today who was asking people on the street for money." I pause, then measure each of the following words carefully. "She was young and seemed frightened and had a sign that explained she was lost in New York and had a child, though I didn't see it. And she needed money, for food or something. For a bus ticket to Iowa. Iowa. I think it was Iowa and…" I stop for a moment, balling the socks up, then unballing them. "Oh god She's dating Richard Cunningham." Evelyn moans. "He's at First Boston. If you can believe it." "That's Miles…" Caron peers over at some aging gorilla in the next booth with a graying crew cut and an eleven-year-old bimbo balanced on his lap. STONE, C.H. 22 BROWN, EMMA 19 20-FEB-1896 3-372 "Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by. STUDDARD, MARTHA 21 STEWART, ED 22 16-DEC-1928 7-455 quali siano gli intendimenti dei Ministri in ordine all’opportunità di verificare se siano state violate le obbligazioni a suo tempo assunte da Banca di Roma, poi Capitalia e dalla Regione siciliana, a tutela dell’identità e dell’autonomia del Banco di Sicilia e dei diritti dei suoi dipendenti. "He does?" I ask. "You're sure?" dalle città partenopee giunge un vero bollettino di guerra: oltre 100 morti ammazzati in un anno di guerra di camorra; Girl Non vorrei ricadere in un’analisi sociologica del fenomeno, ma credo che questa sia un’indispensabile riflessione che dovremo fare, certo non nell’ambito della replica su un’interrogazione, con i tempi limitati che sono consentiti; ritengo che questo ci servirà per poter intervenire meglio con nuove azioni da mettere in campo su questo territorio. MARINO (Misto-Com). Domando di parlare. Date "Are you sure?" Reeves asks. SHURTLEFF, LENA M. 18 JOHNSON, ALBERT 26 11-MAR-1949 11-568 SIMS, JAMES LESTER 24 McCALLISTER, BLANCH 23 15-OCT-1935 9-125 "Patrick," she warns, staring at the flame. SAELER, ALDORE 24 THOMPSON, SUSIE 23 18-MAR-1940 10-76 i contenuti finanziari del piano industriale di rilancio dell'Azienda TSM devono essere attuati entro il 31 dicembre del 2004, pena il decadimento dello stesso; Mi riferisco al mondo del precariato, a quelle tante persone, quelle, sì, invisibili perché non mostrano segni di povertà e hanno una dignità che non le fa riconoscere come povere, quelle che, come racconta il bell’articolo di Paolo Brogi su "Il Corriere della Sera", molte mattine vanno alla Caritas, senza farlo sapere ai loro familiari, perché non arrivano alla fine del mese. Credo quindi che dobbiamo condannare fermamente questi episodi, ma anche fare alcune riflessioni. pear into the entrance on the deck of the roof, flares are lined up what seems like everywhere, and I'm watching all of this with the phone in my hand, crouched by my desk, sobbing though I don't know why, into Harold's machine, "I left her in a parking lot… near a Dunkin' Donuts… somewhere around midtown…" and finally, after ten minutes of this, I sign off by concluding, "Uh, I'm a pretty sick guy," then hang up, but I call back and after an interminable beep, proving my message was indeed recorded, I leave another: "Listen, it's Bateman again, and if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Da Umberto's tonight so, you know, keep your eyes open," and the sun, a planet on fire, gradually rises over Manhattan, another sunrise, and soon the night turns into day so fast it's like some kind of optical illusion… "If we don't make it," I warn him, "I'm not going anywhere else. You can drop me at my apartment." He looks down as if stunned, and then blushing, embarrassed, he touches his own lapel. "Thanks, Pat. You look great too… as usual." And when he reaches out to touch my tie, I catch his hand before his fingers make it, telling him, "Your compliment was sufficient." "That's not the information I've received," he says. She smiles, pauses slightly and with a little nod slips the cigarette back into its box. I'm carrying a tray of chocolates with me and I offer one to Christie. SMITH, CAL Jr 27 RAULS, LAURA 18 C 13-FEB-1971 15-432 "Very good, Helga," I say, flexing the muscles in my stomach and chest. My eyes are closed so it looks casual, as, if the muscles are acting on their own accord and I can't help it. But Helga drapes the smock gently across my heaving chest and buttons it up, pretending to ignore the undulations beneath the tan, clean skin. "Bethany," I say again. A long pause. SLOAN, SYBEL 20 EDWARDS, J.J. 21 29-JUN-1929 8-26 Without missing a beat she demands, "Well, who is? Who do you think is, Patrick? Who do you want?" After an angry pause she asks, "Cher?" PEDRIZZI (AN). Esatto. quali siano le valutazioni e gli intendimenti del Governo per porre un argine al dilagare di tali gravissimi episodi criminali che sconvolgono le coscienze dei cittadini napoletani; I go into the bedroom and take off what I was wearing today: a herringbone wool suit with pleated trousers by Ciorgio Correggiari, a cotton oxford shirt by Ralph Lauren, a knit tie from Paul Stuart and suede shoes from Cole-Haan. I slip on a pair of sixty-dollar boxer shorts I bought at Barney's and do some stretching exercises, holding the phone, waiting for Patricia to call back. After ten minutes of stretching, the phone rings and I wait six rings to answer it. SADLER, EVERET 24 OWENS, IRMA 20 16-APR-1916 6-100 Elizabeth looks at me skeptically - like I'm completely crazy but chooses not to pursue this line of questioning and asks instead, "Where's your phone? I've got to call Harley." SUBAR, (M) MAMIE 30 THRELKELD, JOHN 37 01-AUG-1897 3-457 SMITH, W.B. 21 QUINN, FRANKIE 18 23-DEC-1894 3-298 rget to be truly satisfying, so I tell her to go to hell and turn up the Walkman just as Bon Jovi cries "It's all the same, only the names have changed…" and move on, stopping at an automated teller to take three hundred dollars out for no particular reason, all the bills crisp, freshly printed twenties, and I delicately place them in my gazelleskin wallet so as not to wrinkle them. At Columbus Circle, a juggler wearing a trench cloak and top hat, who is usually at this location afternoons and who calls himself Stretch Man, performs in front of a small, uninterested crowd; though I smell prey, and he seems fully worthy of my wrath, I move on in search of a less dorky target. Though if he'd been a mime, odds are he'd already be dead. "Who is it then?" Preston asks, taking his glasses off again. "See." I smile. "You did it." "A bitch? Listen, do you want to do some coke?" I shout, cutting her line off. "I know, I know, rock 'n' roll, deal with it, right?" I say, holding up a hand while sipping the champagne. I wonder if it's not too late to ask one of the waitresses to bring a piece of cake over here with a candle in it just to embarrass the shit out of him, to put the little bastard in his place - but instead I put the glass down and ask, "Listen, so, oh Jesus." I breathe in, then force out, "What did you do today?" "Need help?" she asks, moving cautiously around the desk to where I sit, and she leans over my shoulder to offer assistance. I've already filled in every space with either the word meat or bone and she emits only a slight gasp when noticing this, and when she sees the pile of No. 2 pencils I've snapped in half lying on my desk she dutifully picks them up and walks out of the room. "What should we do?" he asks. SMITH, NORMAN E. 37 FOX, (M) DORTHY 32 06-JUL-1935 9-92 "What do you want, Courtney?" I grunt, slowing my thrusts down until I finally straighten up and then I'm just kneeling over her, my cock still half inside. She hunches back against the headboard and my dick slides out. "Oh yeah, I've got one," Preston says. "Okay, so when wearing a tuxedo how do you keep the front of your shirt from riding up?" SINGLETON, NEOMA 18 ANDERSON, ROY 22 01-JAN-1924 7-119 SAELER, RAYE ANN 18 NEAL, TONY 20 06-AUG-1982 16-547 SIMS, MATTIE 16 SIMMONS, HENRY 21 02-JAN-1907 4-460 I automatically expect Stash to look up from his plate but he still stares at the lone piece of sushi, smiling to himself and nodding. over her face, which is covered with Christie's pussy juice. I pull my cock out of Christie's ass and force Sabrina to suck on it before I push it back into Christie's spread cunt and after a couple of minutes of fucking it I start coming and at the same time Sabrina lifts her mouth off my balls and just before I explode into Christie's cunt, she spreads my ass cheeks open and forces her tongue up into my asshole which spasms around it and because of this my orgasm prolongs itself and then Sabrina removes her tongue and starts moaning that she's coming too because after Christie finishes coming she resumes eating Sabrina's cunt and I watch, hunched over Christie, panting, as Sabrina lifts her hips repeatedly into Christie's face and then I have to lie back, spent but still hard, my cock, glistening, still aching from the force of my ejaculation, and I close my eyes, my knees weak and shaking. FORMISANO (Mar-DL-U). Pur apprezzando la contrarietà manifestata dal Ministro alla militarizzazione della città, l'Italia dei Valori ritiene necessario un maggiore impegno delle forze dell'ordine sul territorio. A tal fine occorre uno sforzo di riorganizzazione per recuperare ad un ruolo attivo l'eccessivo numero di uomini utilizzati in compiti impropri, sia di carattere burocratico che di controllo passivo dell'ordine pubblico, in modo da assegnare forte visibilità alle forze dell'ordine quale presidio della legalità. In tale quadro potrebbe essere valutata l'opportunità di un trasferimento del Ministero, o almeno del Dipartimento di pubblica sicurezza, nella città di Napoli. "But you're still dating Meredith so, uh, what's the difference?" I ask. Naturally he doesn't hear. I think I'm nodding. "Because trying to fuck you is like trying to French-kiss a very… small and… lively gerbil?" I tell her. "I don't know." SMITH, LORENA 20 JACOBS, MARVIN 19 C 09-MAY-1953 12-438 She stares at the Times stacked in heavy folds on the table. A breeze barely causes it to flutter. "Why… are you telling me this?" "But what's on it?" She holds it up close to her face, peering at it. "What's this… red stuff?" STRAWN, MARGARET ANN 17 SMITH, PHILLIP EDWARD 29 26-NOV-1966 14-583 STATEN, CLEVELAND 29 FOSTER, (M) SARAH 31 27-JAN-1916 6-85 "Yeah. That sounds good. And Jean?" "You mean lemon, miss," the waiter says, giving me an icy stare. Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I'm not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a check, someone asks, simply, not in relation to anything, "Why?" and though I'm very proud that I have cold blood and that I can keep my nerve and do what I'm supposed to do, I catch something, then realize it: Why? and automatically answering, out of the blue, for no reason, just opening my mouth, words coming out, summarizing for the idiots: "Well, though I know I should have done that instead of not doing it, I'm twenty-seven for Christ sakes and this is, uh, how life presents itself in a bar or in a club in New York, maybe anywhere, at the end of the century and how people, you know, me, behave, and this is what being Patrick means to me, I guess, so, well, yup, uh…" and this is followed by a sigh, then a slight shrug and another sigh, and above one of the doors covered by red velvet drapes in Harry's is a sign a "What?" Owen asks. "Wait. Is that Conrad?" "My leg? Oh." I look down at it, then back at her. "It's… the music. I like the music a lot. The music that's playing." "I think maybe you've got your dates mixed up," he says, glancing at his book. "I knew that," she says hesitantly, and by the tone of her voice I can sense, without looking over, that she probably smiles when she says this. STAMPER, HELEN L. 21 BEAN, WILLIAM E. 24 11-SEP-1948 11-519 "Nah, too old to fuck," Van Patten says. "I can assure you of that," she says a tad too smugly. How can anyone get indignant over Robert Hall? Instead of saying "Oh yeah, you dumb sorry bitch" I say soothingly, "I'm sure you can," then, "Tell me about him. I want to know how things stand with the two of you," and then, smiling, furious, full of rage, I apologize. "I'm sorry." SHEFFIELD, JOE 26 SIMPSON, ANNIE 22 04-OCT-1903 4-224 PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. She puts her empty water glass down and stares at me. "Patrick," she begins. "If you're going to start in again on why I should have breast implants, I'm leaving," she warns. "Yeah? So am I. So is half of Manhattan. So what? That's no excuse to marry Robert Hall." SLAUGHTER, E.B. 21 KEITH, METTIE 19 04-JUN-1922 7-21 STANFIELD, TOUSSAINT L. 24 WALTERS, CHRISTEL 25 C 18-DEC-1967 15-75 "I'll have… " I stop, scan the menu quickly. "I'll have the squid with pine nuts and can I have a slice of goat cheese, of chиvre" - I glance over at Bethany to see if she flinches at my mispronunciation - "with that and some… oh, some salsa on the side." I take it from him, carefully unfolding the edges of the tiny white package, exposing the supposed gram - it looks like less to the dim fluorescent light of the men's room. "She does… ?" Jean asks. "Listen. Do you think it's fair to take money from people who do have jobs? Who do work?" STOCKER, MINNIE 18 JONES, CANDY 20 C 05-MAY-1928 7-414 SINGLETON, HILA 18 LUNSFORD, JOHN I. 19 01-JAN-1899 3-520 her body are blue-gray, the color of tinfoil. Her vagina has discharged a brownish syrupy fluid that smells like a sick animal, as if that rat had been forced back up in there, had been digested or something. "Why doesn't she put on some Talking Heads for Christ sakes," I complain bitterly. SMITH, BIRDIE LEE 19 CROSS, CHARLES N. 24 03-JUN-1911 5-253 STEWART, E.C. 53 STEWART, (M) ORA MAE 44 07-AUG-1946 11-251 "Listen," I ask, "where are we having dinner?" tali dichiarazioni sono gravissime, incitano all’illegalità e, secondo l’interrogante, è dovere morale della sinistra isolare e condannare gli estremisti, "Well… Hi." I smile weakly but soon regain my confidence. Alison would never have told anyone that story. Not a soul could've possibly heard about that lovely, horrible afternoon. I grin at her in the darkness of Nell's. "Yeah, I remember you. You were a real…" I pause, then growl, "manhandler." "Hey, don't I know you?" he asks in a thick, barely penetrable accent that could easily be either New Jersey or Mediterranean. SPEIGHTS, J.T. 30 SMITH, MADIE 20 06-AUG-1904 4-283 Small World (Chrysalis; 1988) is the most ambitious, artistically satisfying record yet produced by Huey Lewis and the News. The Angry Young Man has definitely been replaced by a smoothly professional musician and even though Huey has only really mastered one instrument (the harmonica), its majestic Dylanesque sounds give Small World a grandeur few artists have reached. It's an obvious transition and their first album that tries to make thematic sense - in fact Huey takes on one of the biggest subjects of all: the importance of global communication. It's no wonder four out of the album's ten songs have the word "world" in their titles and that for the first time there's not only one but three instrumentals. SINCLAIR, JULIA 20 McFADDEN, J.N. 35 19-OCT-1902 4-161 SHULTZ, C.H. 22 BELL, (Ms) L.A. 17 01-JAN-1896 3-354 "Hey, how are you, Bateman?" he asks. "Listen," Elizabeth tells Christie, holding her hand out like a fag offering gossipy information. "This girl worked at a tanning salon, and" - and in the same sentence, without changing tone - "what do you do?" SPAKES, ODELL 45 WALSH, (M) DORIS IRENE 45 20-MAY-1966 14-516 "I'm positive he was a fag." I start nodding my head. I laugh good-naturedly while getting up from the bed, escorting him out of the room. "No pizza," I murmur, relieved when Montgomery's card is placed away, out of sight, back in Timothy's pocket. Most of the summer I spent in a stupor, sitting either in my once or in new restaurants, in my apartment watching videotapes or in the backs of cabs, in nightclubs that just opened or in movie theaters, at the building in Hell's Kitchen or in new restaurants. There were four major air disasters this summer, the majority of them captured on videotape, almost as if these events had been planned, and repeated on television endlessly. The planes kept crashing in slow motion, followed by countless roaming shots of the wreckage and the same random views af the burned, bloody carnage, weeping rescue workers retrieving body parts. I started using Oscar de la Renta men's deodorant, which gave me a slight rash. A movie about a small talking bug was released to great fanfare and grossed over two hundred million dollars. The Mets were doing badly. Beggars and homeless seemed to have multiplied in August and the ranks of the unfortunate, weak and aged lined the streets everywhere. I found myself asking too many summer ass Annoyed, I shoot her a glance. "It's not that nice." "Karl Lagerfeld hands down," Libby's saying. He stands up, takes the card. "I've been back. You just probably missed me. Lost track. Because of the move." He pauses, teasingly. "I'm working for Robinson. Right-hand man, you know?" The instant after I hang up on Patricia I dash across the room and grab the Zagat guide and flip through it until I find Dorsia. With trembling fingers I dial the number. Busy. Panicked, I put the phone on Constant Redial and for the next five minutes nothing but a busy signal, faithful and ominous, repeats itself across the line. Finally a ring and in the seconds before there's an answer I experience that rarest of occurrences - an adrenaline rush. SAUNDERS, THELMA K. 57 KJELLSTRAND, CHARLES R. 59 11-AUG-1992 17-564 "Does your system have an… Accophase T-106 tuner?" I ask him. The elevator stops at my floor and when the doors open I tell Tom, "I'm a big fan. It's really good to finally meet you." SEARS, RONALD WAYNE 22 RYSTEDT, LYNN 32 01-MAY-1970 15-357 "But what about your, uh, bush benefit?" I ask. I suggested this to Evelyn and, like a spider, she accepted. SMITH, ZORA 18 DEAN, P.E. 21 20-JUL-1910 5-198 SMITH, (Ms) M.N. 16 BELL, N.E. 21 23-MAY-1889 3-5 What I've mistaken at first for pomposity on Owen's part is actually just drunkenness. When I press for information about the Fisher account he offers useless statistical data that I already knew about: how Rothschild was originally handling the account, how Owen came to acquire it. And though I had Jean gather this information for my files months ago, I keep nodding, pretending that this primitive info is revelatory and saying things like "This is enlightening" while at the same time telling him "I'm utterly insane" and "I like to dissect girls." Every time I attempt to steer the conversation back to the mysterious Fisher account, he infuriatingly changes the topic back to either tanning salons or brands of cigars or certain health clubs or the best places to jog in Manhattan and he keeps guffawing, which I find totally upsetting. I'm drinking Southern beer for the first part of the meal - pre entrйe, post appetizer - then switch to Diet Pepsi midway through since I need to stay slightly sober. I'm abo SHULTZ, GENEVA 22 MULLIS, J.H. 27 17-DEC-1899 3-583 "And I'll have another San Pellegrino," Bethany says. "I want you," he says in a low, faggoty whisper and when I slowly turn my head to glare at him, while hunched over the sink, seething, my eye contact radiating revulsion, he adds, "too." "What do you mean?" McDermott inquires solemnly: SMITH, GLADYS 18 DUPREE, ASBERRY Jr 22 C 28-AUG-1948 11-515 "But that's simply not possible," he says, brushing me off. "And I'm not finding this amusing anymore." A Glimpse of a Thursday Afternoon "Rock 'n' roll-" Staring out the window of the cab, lost in thought, the silence I'm causing filling me with a nameless dread, numbly, by rote, I list the following. "You forgot Alpenwasser, Down Under, Schat, which is from Lebanon, Qubol and Cold Springs-" "Shhh," I whisper. "It's okay." I start petting the dog. "Listen to me," I say. "Didn't he go to business school at Kellogg? At Northwestern, right?" "No," Hamlin says. "It's Trent Moore." SMITH, MAY 19 GREEN, GEORGE 25 25-OCT-1903 4-230 St JOHN, W.J. 22 THRELKELD, VELMA 18 09-JAN-1920 6-336 "Nope. No way, Josй." "Well." She smiles, then notices the table slightly shaking. "What's… wrong with your leg?" STUBBLEFIELD, (M) IDA 30 THOMPSON, JIM 47 26-MAY-1918 6-229 The guy has already started snorting his coke, spooning the powder out of a brown vial, inhaling then laughing after each hit, leaning against the door. "I'm here. Shut the fuck up." interi quartieri sono sottoposti quotidianamente al controllo ed alle attività intimidatorie dei gruppi camorristici, spesso in conflitto tra loro; SHEPARD, CHAS 18 BLACKWELL, ELIZABETH 18 31-JAN-1881 1-446 SAUERBRUNN, CAROL 19 HUBANKS, THOMAS J. 23 18-SEP-1964 14-332 "Where are you really going?" she asks after a beat, now suspicious. "Oh you know," I say, completely stuck. "The Kingsmen. 'Louie, Louie.' That sort of stuff." Immediate answer. "Petty's." On the leg machines I do five sets of ten repetitions. For the back I also do five sets of ten repetitions. On the stomach crunch machine I've gotten so I can do six sets of fifteen and on the biceps curl machine I do seven sets of ten. Before moving to the free weights I spend twenty minutes on the exercise bike while reading the new issue of Money magazine. Over at the free weights I do three sets of fifteen repetitions of leg extensions, leg curls and leg presses, then three sets and twenty repetitions of barbell curls, then three sets and twenty repetitions of bentover lateral raises for the rear deltoids and three sets and twenty repetitions of latissimus pulldowns, pulley rows, dead lifts and bent-over barbell rows. For the chest I do three sets and twenty reps of incline-bench presses. For the front deltoids I also do three sets of lateral raises and seated dumbbell presses. Finally, for the triceps I do three sets and twenty reps of cable pushdowns and close-grip bench presses. After more stretching e "Where to?" I'm still laughing, stilt confused, still shouting. "Morgan Stanley? Rehab?What?" "Where are you going?" she asks again. "Details, Mr. Bateman." "No, it actually hadn't," he says. "Toiletries were missing. A suit was gone. So was some luggage. That's it." "Where are you working now, Elizabeth?" I ask, closing drawers. "Polo outlet or something?" "Why, the message you left." Carnes is already looking around the club, waving to various people and bimbos. "By the way, Davis, how is Cynthia?" He accepts a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. "You're still seeing her, right?" "But he does marvelous things with Tibetan lambs," Libby says. "Port," I sigh. "Any kind of port." "Thanks." I take my pants off and fold them neatly, hanging them along with the shirt and tie over a black steel Philippe Stark clothes hanger. "You know, the other day I caught my maid stealing a piece of bran toast from my wastebasket in the kitchen." tali fatti criminosi sono culminati nel raid nella darsena di Vigliena, nel corso del quale sono state incendiate numerose imbarcazioni da diporto; "Which ones are those?" someone asks. Stash doesn't speak. Even though he is probably uncomfortable at the table with us since he looks nothing like the other men in the room - his hair isn't slicked back, no suspenders, no horn-rimmed glasses, the clothes black and ill-fitting, no urge to light and suck on a cigar, probably unable to secure a table at Camols, his net worth a pittance - still, his behavior lacks warrant and he sits there as if hypnotized by the glistening piece of sushi and just as the table is about to finally ignore him, to look away and start eating, he sits up and loudly says, pointing an accusing finger at his plate, "It moved!" "Hello?" Van Patten says, clicking back on. "Bateman?" C.5311 approvato dalla Camera dei Deputati (assorbe C.5311-BIS). "No, no, no." I smile, leafing through the booklet. "How about anywhere you want?" "No, McDufus, he wasn't a serial killer," I say, turning back to Van Patten, but before continuing turn back to McDermott. 'That really pisses me off." "What?" I ask, my hand frozen in midair, about to light the tip of the cigar. I sigh, then take her hand, small and hard, in mine . The Chinese woman keeps squealing something, grabbing at the arms of the jacket with a tiny fist. I brush her hand away and, leaning in, speak very slowly. "What are you trying to say to me?" "I told you," Tim says. "I go to a tanning salon. I mean I know it's expensive but…" Price blanches. "Still, Q.T.?" There are no such mistakes made on the band's third album and flawless masterpiece, Sports (Chrysalis). Every song has the potential to be a huge hit and most of them were. It made the band rock 'n' roll icons. Gone totally is the bad-boy image, and a new frat-guy sweetness takes over (they even have the chance to say "ass" in one song and choose to bleep it instead). The whole album has a clear, crisp sound and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that gives the songs on the album a big boost. And the wacky, original videos made to sell the record ("Heart and Soul," "The Heart of Rock 'n' Roll," "If This Is It," "Bad Is Bad," "I Want a New Drug") made them superstars on MTV. "No. Thank you," I call out and take my seat across from Bethany, nodding courteously to the couple next to us, and though I try to ignore her for as long as etiquette allows, I can't. Bethany looks absolutely stunning, just like a model. Everything's murky. I'm on edge. Feverish, romantic notions- "Loutish and inconsiderate patrons or tourists who are inevitably going to complain about our innocuous little habit… So" - I press what I hope is fifty into a small-boned hand - "if you could make sure we aren't bothered while we do, we would gratefully appreciate it." I rub the hand, closing it into a fist over the bill. "And if anyone complains, well…" I pause, then warn menacingly, "Kick 'em out." "Vermont," Vanden answers without looking up from her paper. "Oh well," I say. "You… know." Norme per un'effettiva libertà di scelta in materia di educazione scolastica (3222) SHARTER, ELVIRA BAGGETT, OSCAR 23 03-FEB-1920 6-341 "Oh," she says, nodding again. "Okay." "Oh why not, Patrick?" she whines. "They have the best Waldorf salad in town at the Rainbow Room. Did you like mine? Did you like my Waldorf salad, honey?" SMITH, MAXINE 55 ROBERTS, ELMER 66 13-NOV-1975 16-174 "Out. Stone Age. Prehistory." He laughs cynically. SHIP, HANNA 20 PARKS, JOHN 43 28-JUN-1894 3-277 "Listen, what about dinner?" I say, casually changing subjects. "Patrick?" Bethany asks, still giggling. SLOAN, (Ms) S.C. 20 DILLARD, JOHN 21 25-DEC-1889 3-41 SMITH, ETHEL 19 TURNER, LEBURN 21 13-SEP-1921 6-448 SMITH, HENRY JUNIOR 23 ASHCRAFT, CATHERINE ANN 19 04-APR-1953 12-431 I don't say anything. How can I tell McDermott that this is a very disjointed time of my life and that I notice the walls have been painted a bright, almost painful white and under the glare of the fluorescent lights they seem to pulse and glow. Frank Sinatra is somewhere, singing "Witchcraft." I'm staring at the walls, listening to the words, suddenly thirsty, but our waiter is taking orders from a very large table of exclusively Japanese businessmen, and someone who I think is either George MacGowan or Taylor Preston, in the booth behind this one, wearing something by Polo, is eyeing me suspiciously and McDermott is still staring at my steak with this stunned look on his face and one of the Japanese businessmen is holding an abacus, another one is trying to pronounce the word "teriyaki," another is mouthing, then singing, the words to the song, and the table laughs, an odd, not completely foreign sound, as he lifts up a pair of chopsticks, shaking his head confidently, imitating Sinatra. His mouth opens, wh Chi ricorda gli anni di piombo non può dimenticare il tragico equivoco di quanti chiamarono errore politico la gambizzazione e l’assassinio. Oggi, in tempi fortunatamente meno sanguinosi, siamo tuttavia di fronte ad un’illegalità politica crescente, ad una violenza sempre più minacciosa, alla quale non possiamo in alcun modo concedere altri passi in avanti. Date with Evelyn g dinner I almost become unglued, plummeting into a state of near vertigo that forces me to excuse myself before dessert, at which point I use the rest room, do a line of cocaine, pick up my Giorgio Armani wool overcoat and the .357 magnum barely concealed within it from the coatcheck, strap on a holster and then I'm outside, but on The Patty Winters Show this morning there was an interview with a man who set his daughter on fire while she was giving birth, at dinner we all had shark… "So how were the Bahamas?" I ask after we order. "You just got back, right?" SCRUBS, LIZZIE 19 GLADDEN, JOE 33 12-JUL-1894 3-280 "I fucked her." He sniffs again, pointing at some girl in one of the booths up front. McDermott's sweating profusely and reeks of Xeryus. SODANO Tommaso (Misto-RC). Pur avendo apprezzato l'orientamento del Ministro non militarizzare la città, la politica dell'ordine pubblico ha finora mostrato tutta la sua insufficienza sia sul piano dell'intelligence (non si conoscono a sufficienza le modificazioni intervenute nelle organizzazioni criminali) che nel presidio del territorio. Appare inoltre evidente il tentativo della camorra di invadere gli spazi di disagio sociale lasciati liberi dallo Stato mediante lo smantellamento delle politiche sociali e pertanto occorre segnalare un'inversione di rotta a partire dalla prossima finanziaria. SANDERS, WILLIAM ROBERT 25 DYGERT, ELEEN 20 21-NOV-1959 13-237 SMITH, JAMES E. 21 HARKER, CAROLYN 22 16-OCT-1969 15-285 fteen minutes of stretching before heading off to the Nautilus machines. Tim still glares at her fiercely. I say nothing and stare at Tim's drink. "But mink, right?" Daisy asks. "Definitely mink?" la suddetta crisi è legata anche e soprattutto alla necessità di realizzare gli interventi di adeguamento delle emissioni in acqua e in aria conseguenti alla sottoscrizione dell'accordo di programma, che ha rilevato molti limiti e difficoltà applicative, SIPES, TERRY LEE 23 BELL, JENNIFER LYNN 20 24-JUN-1978 16-340 …" STRINGFELLOW, LEE ROY 22 KING, WANDA 19 22-JUL-1967 15-32 "Oh don't be silly," Evelyn says. "I know you're having dinner at Kaktus with Hamlin and McDermott." After another long pause, for no real reason, I ask, "Is he… in Aspen?" SHARP, JANICE E. 37 AUSTIN, EDWIN L. 46 26-MAR-1983 16-575 "Just… say… no?" she repeats. "It's irritating that you know this," I say. "Yes?" I play it cool. "That's Mr. Erlanger," she says. SIMMONS, CHARLES 21 MOORE, IDA 18 12-FEB-1899 3-529 SPIVEY, WILLIAM 21 MORRISON, LALA JEANE 21 16-FEB-1935 9-55 "I think I might… hurt you," I tell her. "I don't think I can control myself." "Yes." She nods. "I have cable." le imprese comunali, per sottrarsi al racket della camorra, sono riuscite a svolgere il loro lavoro solo sotto la scorta delle forze dell’ordine; SHEFFIELD, MAYNARD 19 PITCHER, DELORIES ELAINE 18 21-DEC-1957 13-73 SPHARLER, (M) BESS BETTY* 24 SETZER, BEN C. 32 31-JUL-1929 8-42 "He has a point," I say. il trasferimento dell'impianto radiofonico è avvenuto per evidenti e provate cause di forza maggiore del tutto analoghe a quelle relative ad altre emittenti radiotelevisive, e in particolare di Radio Subasio, le quali, dopo le note iniziative del comune di Roma, hanno trasferito i propri impianti da Monte Mario ad altri siti senza troppe formalità; Personalmente penso che ci si possa confrontare con realismo e sincero spirito unitario sulla durata della custodia cautelare, sul ripristino dell’arresto obbligatorio per determinati reati e su una maggiore severità nei confronti della recidiva. "No." He laughs flirtatiously. "Shar-pei. Accent on the last syllable." Akthent on thee latht thyllable. SMITH, MYRTLE 21 LANSDALE, F.A. 22 12-MAR-1918 6-218 "Bateman. Look. I circled it," he says. "Gosh… I guess…" I think about it. "I was probably returning videotapes." I open my desk drawer, take out my datebook and looking through December announce, "I had a date with a girl named Veronica…" I'm completely lying, totally making this up. STAPLES, J.D. Jr 21 SMITH, PAULINE 18 03-DEC-1928 7-453 "Well, not white guys." "What are all these T-shirts I've been seeing?" she asks. "All over the city? Have you seen them? Silkience Equals Death? Are people having problems with their conditioners or something? Am I missing something? What were we talking about?" "Patrick." SEGREST, RIXIE 20 WASHINGTON, FRANK 22 22-DEC-1911 5-284 STOVER, ARDATH 18 GILL, HOLLIS 21 31-MAY-1952 12-327 "Okay. Hold." STEVENS, FRANK 26 SKINNER, PEARLIE 17 26-APR-1905 4-334 I awaken only when one of them touches my wrist accidentally. My eyes open and I warn them not to touch the Rolex, which I've kept on during this entire time. They lie quietly on either side of me, sometimes touching my chest, once in a while running their hands over the muscles in my abdomen. A half hour later I'm hard again. I stand up and walk over to the armoire, where, next to the nail gun, rests a sharpened coat hanger, a rusty butter knife, matches from the Gotham Bar and Grill and a half-smoked cigar; and turning around, naked, my erection jutting out in front of me, I hold these items out and explain in a hoarse whisper, "We're not through yet…" An hour later I will impatiently lead them to the door, both of them dressed and sobbing, bleeding but well paid. Tomorrow Sabrina will have a limp. Christie will probably have a terrible black eye and deep scratches across her buttocks caused by the coat hanger. Bloodstained Kleenex will lie crumpled by the side of the bed along with an empty carton of Itali SULLIVANT, VALERIA C. 16 BROWN, RONNIE A. 30 16-FEB-1978 16-317 "What… is… it?" I finally hiss. "Patrick," Evelyn says, still composed, prim. "I'll be outside." SWAIN, BONNIE 19 WILBANKS, DONALD GENE 21 08-JUN-1963 14-158 si chiede di sapere quali siano gli intendimenti del Governo in merito all’istituzione immediata di un tavolo tecnico per: SMITH, CHARLES RAY 20 ROBINSON, WANDA 21 13-JUN-1964 14-306 To prove this I spot a black guy with dreadlocks and I walk up to him and exclaim "Rasta Man!" and hold out my hand, anticipating a high-five. But the nigger just stands there. A bum I blinded one spring sits cross-legged on a ratty blanket near the corner of Fifty-fifth Street. Moving closer I see the beggar's scarred face and then the sign he's holding beneath it, which reads VIETNAM VET BLINDED IN VIETNAM. PLEASE HELP ME. WE ARE HUNGRY AND HOMELESS. We? Then I notice the dog, who is already eyeing me suspiciously and, as I approach its master, gets up, growling, and when I'm standing over the bum, it finally barks, wagging its tail frantically. I kneel down, threateningly raise a hand at it. The dog backs off, its paws askew. Ma allora, se è così, evidentemente la questione napoletana implica forse un miglior coordinamento; non sono abbastanza esperto e mi rimetto con fiducia a quelli che ne capiscono, però non mi sento di escludere l'ipotesi formulata dal collega Bobbio e che il Consiglio dei ministri avrà modo di valutare, perché mentre il ministro Pisanu con orgoglio in quest'Aula ci ha fatto vedere che c'è chi non si rassegna né alla paura né alla pigrizia, né a quell'inerzia amministrativa cui si riferiva il senatore Bobbio, è anche necessario restituire a Napoli un'idea, una speranza nel futuro. page three in today's edition and have it discussed over hundreds of thousands of lunches in the city this afternoon. I close the paper and lie back, exhausted. "Ed Gein?" one of them asks. "Maоtre d' at Canal Bar?" Four more Bellinis arrive. There are now eight Bellinis on the table. He sighs, then lists, "Canadian Spring, Canadian Calm, Montclair, which is also from Canada, Vittel from France, Crodo, which is Italian…" He stops and rubs his chin thoughtfully, thinking of one more, then announces it as if surprised. "Elan." And though it seems he's on the verge of naming another one, Craig lapses into an unilluminating silence. "Yeah, sure." Oh, right. "No, Evelyn," I sigh, suddenly very tired. "We didn't. Why would you think that?" "I never knew you smoked," I say. N.B. Sigle dei Gruppi parlamentari: Alleanza Nazionale: AN; Democratici di Sinistra-l'Ulivo: DS-U; Forza Italia: FI; Lega Padana: LP; Margherita-DL-l'Ulivo: Mar-DL-U; Per le Autonomie: Aut; Unione Democristiana e di Centro: UDC; Verdi-l'Ulivo: Verdi-U; Misto: Misto; Misto-Comunisti Italiani: Misto-Com; Misto-Lega per l'Autonomia lombarda: Misto-LAL; Misto-Libertà e giustizia per l'Ulivo: Misto-LGU; Misto-MSI-Fiamma Tricolore: Misto-MSI-Fiamma; Misto-Nuovo PSI: Misto-NPSI; Misto-Partito Repubblicano Italiano: Misto-PRI; Misto-Rifondazione Comunista: Misto-RC; Misto-Socialisti democratici Italiani-SDI: Misto-SDI; Misto Popolari-Udeur: Misto-Pop-Udeur. SPEARS, C.W. 26 LAY, IRA NELL 18 20-OCT-1948 11-531 Sean, who is now twenty-three, went to Europe last fall, or at least this is what Charles Conroy said Sean told him, and though Charles did receive a substantial bill from the Plaza Athйnйe, the signature on the receipts didn't match Sean's and no one really seemed to know how long Sean was actually in France or even if he had spent real time there. Afterwards he bummed around, then reenrolled at Camden for about three weeks. Now he's in Manhattan before flying to either Palm Beach or New Orleans. Predictably, tonight he's alternately moody and insistently arrogant. He has also, I've just noticed, started to pluck his eyebrows. He no longer has only one. The overwhelming urge I have to mention this to him is quelled only by squeezing my hand into a fist so tightly that I break the skin on the palm of my hand and the biceps of my left arm bulges then rips through the cloth of the linen Armani shirt I have on. "With peach schnapps," Daisy reminds her. An hour later. We're still debating. We have canceled the reservation at Kaktus and maybe someone has remade it. Confused, I actually cancel a nonexistent table at Zeus Bar. Jeanette has left her apartment and cannot be reached at home and I have no idea which restaurant she's going to, nor do I remember which one I told Evelyn to meet us at. Van Patten, who has already had two large shots of Absolut, asks about Detective Kimball and what we talked about and all I really remember is something like how people fail between cracks. "What?" she asks, still studying the Onica. Istituto nazionale di ricerca per gli alimenti e la nutrizione (INRAN) (Atto n. 581). "No prob," he says. "The Texan's not coming anyway." SMITH, MATHEW 24 STOVER, ARIE 22 07-AUG-1937 9-356 Tentatively, I ask, "Did you know that Meredith Powell is dating Brock Thompson?" Evelyn pauses and considers her options. She inspects Price's head one more time. "Are you losing your hair?" SANDERS, MECHELE A. 21 HOPKINS, JERRY E. 23 12-AUG-1962L 14-22 "Why not?" she asks petulantly. "Give me one good reason we shouldn't." Taking an Uzi to the Gym Bewildered, he backs into the trash can, gurgling like an infant, unable to scream or cry out because of the blood that starts spurting out of the wound in his throat. Though I'd like to watch this child die, I push him down behind the garbage can, then casually mingle in with the rest of the crowd and touch the shoulder of a pretty girl, and smiling I point to a penguin preparing to make a dive. Behind me, if one were to look closely, one could see the child's feet kicking in back of the trash can. I keep an eye on the child's mother, who after a while notices her son's absence and starts scanning the crowd. I touch the girl's shoulder again, and she smiles at me and shrugs apologetically, but I can't figure out why. Business Meeting STEWART, (M) A.J. 37 BROWN, THEO 22 06-SEP-1891 3-131 "Yes?" she says. "And?" SIPES, C.H. 23 CONRAD, ELLA 18 20-JUL-1897 3-453 "I forget," Preston says, scratching his head. "Lazard?" STEWART, OLLIE 23 GOGGANS, MILLIE 19 05-JAN-1929 7-464 "Is, like, Evelyn still on the other line?" I sigh. "The Grinch wants a Burberry raincoat, a Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater, a new Rolex, a car stereo-" SHELL, S. LEE 30 PIERCE, (Ms) R.M. 27 17-SEP-1893 3-230 STURGIS, ANNA M. 20 WILLIAMS, ROBT L. 27 25-DEC-1900 4-48 "No," I sigh. "I'm still my same kooky self." "I mean Fiddler," I finally admit, meekly. "I'm going to Fiddler's to score." "The drummer might be The Ledge," she shouts. "I think. I'm not sure. I need a cigarette. Where were you the other night? If you tell me with Evelyn I'm going to hit you." Back at our table Reeves is telling Hamlin about how he taunts the homeless in the streets, about how he hands a dollar to them as he approaches and then yanks it away and pockets it right when he passes the bums. PRESIDENTE. Ne ha facoltà. SMITH, (Ms) C.E. 19 ORTON, ROBERT 19 22-DEC-1889 3-33 Il fenomeno comprende anche le baby gang, che rifiutano le regole dello Stato e credono di poterle impunemente violare con la forza del gruppo e l’uso del coltello. Proprio per questo il prefetto di Napoli ha emesso, il 24 agosto scorso, un’ordinanza che vieta la vendita di armi da taglio. "Hi, Evelyn," I say cheerily, my face twisted into a grimace. ociates at too many dinners in flashy new restaurants before taking them to Les Misйrables if anyone had seen The Toolbox Murders on HBO and silent tables would stare back at me, before I would cough politely and summon the waiter over for the check, or I'd ask for sorbet or, if this was earlier in the dinner, for another bottle of San Pellegrino, and then I'd ask the summer associates, "No?" and assure them, "It was quite good." My platinum American Express card had gone through so much use that it snapped in half, self-destructed, at one of those dinners, when I took two summer associates to Restless and Young, the new Pablo Lester restaurant in midtown, but I had enough cash in my gazelleskin wallet to pay for the meal. The Patty Winters Shows were all repeats. Life remained a blank canvas, a clichй, a soap opera. I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bon STEVESON, MARY 19 McLENDON, JACK 23 20-FEB-1899 3-527 SMITH, WM H. 27 GARFIELD, ETHEL 22 29-OCT-1926 7-300 "It's Scott Montgomery," Price says. "Isn't it? It's Scott Montgomery." SHULTS, W.B. 21 BLAKELEY, JENNIE 19 26-DEC-1895 3-351 "Really well, thanks," she says. "You have distorted this obsession of yours way out of proportion. Way, way out of proportion," I say, then move over to another aisle. SCRUGGS, MAXINE 17 KING, EARL 18 C 14-MAR-1962 13-528 "Oh Evelyn," I groan, pulling my hand away, shocked that I've finally gotten through to her. "Inside? Yes, inside?" Craig asks, bored. "Believe it or not, we're actually listening to you. Go on." "I had a tan then, didn't I?" I ask. "I mean I wasn't Casper the Ghost or anything, was I?" I put my elbow on the table and flex my biceps, asking her to squeeze the muscle. After she touches it, reluctantly, I resume my questions. "Was I really not that tan at Harvard?" I ask mock-worriedly, but worriedly. SINGLETON, ALEXANDER 22 HUDSON, BETTIE 22 16-NOV-1882 1-550 Yale Club l’assurda morte di Annalisa Durante ha scosso profondamente l’animo di tutti i napoletani; "Like what about now?" Price screams. "Because Nancy was right behind him?" Farrell guesses, looking up from the Quotrek. "Because Nancy did it?" "Patrick?" she asks, waiting for my answer. "Yes." Both McDermott and I nod, staring straight ahead. Price turns back to me and, after running a hand over his stiff, slicked-back hair, seems to relent. "I guess you're right," and then he raises his voice, "that is, if the faggot in the next stall thinks it's okay." "You know, Price, you're going to have to change your attitude if you want to get laid," McDermott says. "I can be there by ten," McDermott says. "Oh?" She acts concerned - the dumb bitch. "Van Patten," I say. "Did you see the comp bottle of champagne Montgomery sent over?" SHERMAN, LINDA 36 THOMAS, LOYD 27 20-MAR-1980 16-417 SHELBY, BARBARA ANN 19 ATTWOOD, JAMES EDWARD 24 14-MAR-1958 13-83 "Fine, I'm officially jealous," McDermott wisecracks. "Now where? Christ, what time is it?" "Oh hi," I say casually. "What's going on?" "Patrick?" she calls sofy from her bedroom. "Listen, I've seen the bastard sitting in his office on the phone with CEOs, spinning a fucking menorah. The bastard brought a Hanukkah bush into the office last December," Preston says suddenly, peculiarly animated. "Ditsy? No?" McDermott this time. "Ditsy's desirable, comprende?" "Oh now now, Patrick, don't be… rash." She giggles nervously. "They are playing two more nights so I can see them tomorrow. Listen, calm down, okay?" "Is it okay if the soy sauce isn't exactly at room temperature?" Courtney is asking. "I think there's ice in one of the dishes." STUBBLEFIELD, DELIA 18 WILSON, FRANK 21 30-MAR-1882 1-525 SINCLAIR, FAY 18 WATSON, C.M. 21 29-APR-1929 8-8 Price stares at me, eyes widening in disbelief, then flies into a rage and whirls around, pounding his fist against the side of the stall. "Listen, that line might've worked at Harvard but" - she laughs, then continues - "um, we're older now and. . ." She stops. negli ultimi mesi il quartiere di San Giovanni a Teduccio di Napoli e, più in generale, tutta la zona orientale della città, come rilevato sulle pagine degli organi di stampa locali, è stato oggetto di un costante stato di soggezione, ad opera della criminalità organizzata, culminato in numerosi episodi di richiesta di tangenti a cantieri di lavoro; "Club Chernoble," I say, rushing to the back and opening the door. "You prude," McDermott sneers. "Listen, we're not gonna invest in a co-op together or jet down to Saint Bart's. I just want some chick whose face I can sit on for thirty, forty minutes." SHERMAN, (M) HELEN 41 REED, R.G. 41 08-AUG-1961 13-433 "Where are you going?" he whispers, bewildered. SMITH, RENA M. 18 TAYLOR, BACIL A. 21 29-JUL-1961 13-426 I momentarily break out of my conscious inertia to explain further: "And in spring water, minerals may have been added or removed and it's usually filtered, not processed." I pause. "Seventy-five percent of all bottled water in America is actually spring water." I pause again, then ask the cab, "Did anyone know that?" Luckily, the long version of "New Sensation" by INXS drowns out his voice. The music is so loud that conversation is possible only by screaming. The club is fairly packed; the only real light coming in flashes off the dance floor. Everyone is wearing a tuxedo. Everyone is drinking champagne. Since we only have two VIP Basement passes Price shoves them at McDermott and Van Patten and they eagerly wave the cards at the guy guarding the top of the stairs. The guy who lets them pass is wearing a double-breasted wool tuxedo, a cotton wing-collar shirt by Cerruti 1881 and a black and white checkered silk bow tie from Martin Dingman Neckwear. The cab is about to turn onto Fourteenth street, but maybe four or five limousines are trying to make the same right so we miss the light. I curse the driver but an old Motown song from the sixties, maybe it's the Supremes, plays muted, up front, the sound blocked by the fiberglass partition. I try to open it but it's locked and won't slide across. Courtney asks, "What kind should you drink after exercising?" SIMS, WALTER 24 WORD, GLADYS DEAN 20 11-DEC-1927 7-368 "Then why is he sitting with those dweebs from Drexel?" McDermott asks. "Isn't that Spencer Wynn?" "Thank god," I whisper, fingering the gram in my pocket; then, to Evelyn, "Why are you so quiet?" SCOTT, BELL 18 STEWART, TOM 21 24-APR-1909 5-131 "Yes?" she asks, smiling. "Listen," I tell her; grabbing her shoulders, facing her. "Let's get out of here." "What?" Van Patten says. "They didn't look Spanish to me." I push her off me and knock on the divider, rapping my knuckles against it loudly until the driver lowers it. "Sid, I mean Earle, whoever, this isn't the way to Chernoble." "What are they doing?" I.ibby says, staring, transfixed. "Don't they know they need to stand closer to the ropes?" Suddenly the restaurant seems far away, hushed, the noise distant, a meaningless hum, compared to this card, and we all hear Price's words: "Raised lettering, pale nimbus white…" "Bateman. Drink?" Price sighs. St JOHN, CLARENCE 20 DOUGLAS, LILLIE 18 07-SEP-1918 6-245 I move out of the kitchen, past the dining room, where the table has been set, the beeswax candles from Zona lit in their sterling silver candleholders from Fortunoff, and into the living room. I can't tell what Stash is wearing since it's all black. Vanden has green streaks in her hair. She stares at a heavy-metal video playing on MTV while smoking a cigarette. SPAKES, JAMES 22 STEVENS, PEGGY ANN 21 20-MAY-1954 12-516 STUDDARD, (Ms) M.E. 19 ELKINS, W.D. 21 08-OCT-1893 3-238 After flossing and changing into a pair of silk Polo boxer shorts and a cotton Bill Blass sleeveless T-shirt, I walk into the bathroom, where Christie lies on her back in the tub, sipping white wine from a thin-stemmed Steuben wineglass. I sit on the tub's marble edge and pour Monique Van Frere herb-scented bath oil into it while inspecting the body lying in the milky water. For a long time my mind races, becomes flooded with impurities - her head is within my reach, is mine to crush; at this very moment my urge to strike out, to insult and punish her, rises then subsides, and afterwards I'm able to point out, "That's a very fine chardonnay you're drinking." "You sure? Right? Zeus Bar?" Hamlin concludes, he hopes. "No, we should not," I stress. SCOTT, ARTHUR C. 21 ETHERIDGE, GOLDEN 18 30-OCT-1954 12-557 I'm staring at her glass, noticing that the dissolved Ecstasy has slightly changed the color of the wine. She follows my gaze and takes a gulp of it as if it were some kind of elixir that could soothe her increasing agitation. She leans her head back, woozily, on one of the pillows on the couch. "Or Halcion. I'd take a Halcion." "Nekenieh?" Hamlin asks. "What's Nekenieh?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No Corona? No Kirin? No Grolsch? No Morretti?" I ask, confused, irate. From the kitchen I notice Sabrina has taken a pack of cigarettes out of her handbag and I walk back into the living room, shaking my head before she can light one. "Okay, I admit I'm embarrassed, but just a little." I move over to the Martian mirror that hangs above a Sottsass teakwood desk to make sure the knot in my Armani paisley tie isn't crooked. I down my drink as soon as it arrives and wave almost immediately for another and I'm thinking Courtney is a babe but no sex is worth this dinner. The conversation violently shifts while I'm staring across the room at a great-looking woman - blonde, big tits, tight dress, satin pumps with gold cones - when Scott starts telling me about his new compact disc player while Anne unwittingly prattles on to a stoned and completely oblivious Courtney about new kinds of low-sodium wheat-rice cake, fresh fruits and New Age music, particularly Manhattan Steamroller. "The drummer is not wearing anything by Armani," I scream. "Or Emporio for that matter. Nowhere." SMITH, JOE LOUIS 21 BARNETT, ETHEL MAE 17 C 13-DEC-1958 13-142 She breathes in. "Let's just have a conversation. Not an interrogation. Okay?" SHELTON, (Ms) L.T. 19 WHITE, ROBT H. 21 05-DEC-1901 4-102 Working Out "Just go inside and order me a Foster's, okay?" SIMMONS, JAMES 19 BECKWITH, LOUISE 16 29-MAR-1941 10-202 SMITH, MARY RETHA 25 LANSDELL, ROBERT Jr 32 03-AUG-1960 13-292 STEWART, PEGGY 18 COLE, LARRY 18 03-JUL-1970 15-369 SULLIVANT, MARILYN LANELL 19 BROWN, KEITH LYNN 19 30-AUG-1991 17-500 SMITH, BETTIE L. 18 HARGUS, WILLIAM 23 29-MAY-1893 3-215 "So what?" McDermott shrugs. "I'd fuck her." SHELTON, (M) ILLA 52 RAINES, J.M. 64 12-JUL-1938 9-471 Sean calls at five from the Racquet Club and tells me to meet him at Dorsia tonight. He just talked to Brin, the owner, and reserved a table at nine. My mind is a mess. I don't know what to think or how to feel. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Salad Bars. Quando il Ministro ci ricorda che a Napoli operano 12.960 uomini delle forze di polizia, che ce n'è uno su 238 abitanti in provincia, uno su 110 in città, rispetto a una media nazionale di 1 su 254, è evidente che di possibilità per andare ulteriormente incontro alle richieste del collega senatore Brutti ve ne sono ben poche. I reach into my pocket and pull out a ten-dollar bill, then change my mind and hold out a five instead. "Is this what you need?" SWAYZE, G.W. 24 LUTRELL, (Ms) M.A. 18 29-MAR-1896 3-377 "Oh I forgot. Bateman's dating someone from the ACLU," Price says. "What bothers you about that?" joke is, the punch line is, it's all in this city - nowhere else, just here, it sucks, whoa wait, more Nazis, gridlock, gridlock, baby-sellers, black-market babies, AIDS babies, baby junkies, building collapses on baby, maniac baby, gridlock, bridge collapses-" His voice stops, he takes in a breath and then quietly says, his eyes fixed on a beggar at the corner of Second and Fifth, "That's the twenty-fourth one I've seen today. I've kept count." Then asks without looking over, "Why aren't you wearing the worsted navy blue blazer with the gray pants?" Price is wearing a six-button wool and silk suit by Ermenegildo Zegna, a cotton shirt with French cuffs by Ike Behar, a Ralph Lauren silk tie and leather wing tips by Fratelli Rossetti. Pan down to the Post. There is a moderately interesting story concerning two people who disappeared at a party aboard the yacht of a semi-noted New York socialite while the boat was circling the island. A residue of spattered blood and three smashed champagne glasses are the only "Oh, really?" I say, trying to look pleased, on the verge of vomiting. "That's great." "Bellini's?" Hamlin suggests. "I'm using the stall," I tell the room. "Is this okay? Does anybody mind?" SELBY, JOHN HERBERT 22 KELLEY, ANN HEMPSTEAD 19 22-FEB-1967 14-605 SWIMP, NOAH 28 BRIGHT, (M) SARAH 30 30-SEP-1906 4-440 "I want you to fuck me," Courtney moans, pulling her legs back, spreading her vagina even wider, fingering herself, making me suck her fingers, the nails on her hand long and red, and the juice from her cunt, glistening in the light coming from the streetlamps through the Stuart Hall venetian blinds, tastes pink and sweet and she rubs it over my mouth and lips and tongue before it cools. SELMAN, HENRIETTA 18 LOVE, ELAN 21 05-JAN-1935 9-46 SHELTON, VOLLIE VEE 18 TICE, ANDREW 21 17-FEB-1928 7-396 Lauren tweed outfit is too severe. They're at a mediocre table up front by the bar. Soon enough Luis wanders over and leans against the tie drawer, pretending to examine the ties like I'm doing. SPEARS, C.M. 24 CUPIT, BENAR 18 14-OCT-1903 4-227 bisogna al tempo stesso prosciugare la palude del degrado, della disperazione e del bisogno, che fornisce alla piccola e grande criminalità il terreno più favorevole per il reclutamento della manovalanza, per le azioni criminali, per la copertura omertosa delle stesse; SMITH, R.C. 20 ROSEBORN, DOROTHY MAY 18 28-MAR-1920 6-351 Luis Carruthers sits five tables away from this one, dressed as if he'd had some kind of frog attack this morning - he's wearing an unidentifiable suit from some French tailor; and if I'm not mistaken the bowler hat on the floor beneath his chair also belongs to him - it has Luis written all over it. He smiles but I pretend not to have noticed. I worked out at Xclusive for two hours this morning and since the three of us have taken the rest of the afternoon off, we're all getting massages. We haven't ordered yet, in fact we haven't even seen menus. We've just been drinking. A bottle of champagne is what Craig originally wanted, but David shook his head vehemently and said "Out, out, out" when this was suggested and so we ordered drinks instead. I keep watching Luis and whenever he looks over at our table I tip my head back and laugh even if what Van Patten or McDermott's saying isn't particularly funny, which is practically always. I've perfected my fake response to a degree where it's so natural-sounding tha "No, but Bateman's your boyfriend, so that counted." Price guffaws and I toss the pillow at him. He catches it then throws it back at me. SMITH, WIL LARKIN, EMMA 23-DEC-1903 4-250 SHELTON, A.D. 25 WHITE, CORA 20 12-JUL-1903 4-210 Ad un certo punto lei, signor Ministro, citava un articolo di Tranfaglia, il quale a sua volta evocava radici della questione napoletana che risalgono a Francesco Saverio Nitti, alla speranza della siderurgia, speranza dissolta colpevolmente da parte di chi poi si è inebriato della demagogia modernista. "What?" she asks, smiling, but then she realizes something and shakes her head. "I shouldn't be drinking." SLOAN, VESTA 19 NEAL, HORACE 29 17-SEP-1927 7-349 "What happened to Miss Kittridge?" I ask. SMITH, E.E. 21 DEAN, KIZZIE 22 12-JUN-1898 3-490 SCOTT, VERSIE LEE 17 BRANDON, JOHN TOM 19 C 19-MAY-1945 11-49 "What does everyone think of the Waldorf salad?" Evelyn asks. "Did you like it?" At Another New Restaurant "Who said anything's wrong?" he asks, sniffing, turning pages in the Financial Times. I nod slowly, hoping to look suitably bewildered. She clears her throat and staring steadily at the paper tries to read the rest of it in a voice below a whisper. " 'Fuck him… Fuck the nigger on the wall…' " She falters again, then reads the last sentence, sighing. " 'Black man… is… de… debil?' " PRESIDENTE. Comunico che sono pervenute alla Presidenza un’interpellanza e interrogazioni, pubblicate nell'allegato B al Resoconto della seduta odierna. "Courtney," I call back, noticing a small razor nick above my lip. "Where is it?" "But Hamlin made the fucking reservation!" I cry out. "Price," I say, shaking his hand. "Where have you been?" The elevator operator, also a new addition, stares at the floor as the two of us rise up into the building. I'm trying to retrace my steps on that night, during that whole week, uselessly knowing I have never been back to this apartment after murdering the two girls. How much is Owen's apartment worth? is a question that keeps forcing its way into my mind until finally it just rests there, throbbing. The Patty Winter Show this morning was about people with half their brains removed. My chest feels like ice. "I'm pathological? You're telling me that I'm pathological?" I ask. "It's called California classic cuisine," Scott is telling me. SLEDGE, JOHN 33 MACKEY, (M) IDA 32 C 21-MAR-1926 7-270 SAWYER, DAVID 21 CHEEKS, TENNESSEE 19 C 31-JAN-1926 7-260 "Oh terrific," he says. "How's the Hawkins account going?" I pause, unsure of what to say, and come up with "Futility is… hard to deal with." Ebbene, quei dirigenti sindacali, quei capi delle organizzazioni contadine non si sognerebbero mai di dire che, per conquistare maggiore giustizia sociale, bisogna violare le leggi. Essi sanno che le leggi, anche quando sono ingiuste, anche quando proteggono la proprietà privata al di là dei limiti che si riterrebbero da parte di alcuni di noi giusti ed equi, vanno rispettate, perché l’intelaiatura complessiva delle leggi, il sistema dell’ordine che regola la nostra vita associata garantisce, in primo luogo, i più deboli, coloro che chiedono giustizia, quelli che intendono, attraverso le forme del conflitto pacifico e della lotta democratica, conquistare una tutela più efficace dei propri diritti. SMITH, (M) NELLIE ANN 24 GOULD, PRESTON 28 18-JUN-1908 5-75 "What does that mean?" she asks. "What do you mean… Yale thing?" Now he's intrigued. "Hunter?" I shout. STEWART, MARY ELLA 21 WEST, WM H. 24 24-MAY-1903 4-203 She says, "You know, you can always be in better shape." STUBBLEFIELD, MAGGIE RILE 39 SCOTT, COLUMBUS 66 C 14-JUL-1962 14-2 "Oh shit," McDermott says. "Call waiting. Hold on." He clicks off. Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people made about each other. The only thing that didn't bore me, obviously enough, was how much money Tim Price made, and yet in its obviousness it did. There wasn't a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I had all the characteristics of a human being - flesh, blood, skin, hair - but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible was happening and yet I couldn't figure out why - I couldn't put my finger on it. The only thing that calmed me was the satisfying sound of ice being dropped into a glass of J&B. Eventually I drowned the chow, which Evelyn didn't miss; she didn't even not But he still stands there, nodding to people who push past "He's a friend of mine," I say. "But a luxurious accessory," Libby points out. . and ended at my automated teller sometime around five, I've missed The Patty Winters Show which actually was a repeat of an interview with the President, so it doesn't really matter, I guess. "No, I just wanted to know if she's a du Pont." I count three silk-crepe ties, one Versace silk-satin woven tie, two silk foulard ties, one silk Kenzo, two silk jacquard ties. The fragrances of Xeryus and Tuscany and Armani and Obsession and Polo and Grey Flannel and even Antaeus mingle, wafting into each other, rising from the suits and into the air, forming their own mixture: a cold, sickening perfume. Questo quadro non sarebbe completo se non ricordassi l'operazione "Alto impatto", citata anche in qualcuna delle interrogazioni odierne. Naturalmente ciascuno è libero di giudicarne gli esiti come ritiene più giusto. Da parte mia, tengo a sottolineare che quell'iniziativa nacque, per decisione del Ministro dell'interno, proprio dalla continua attenzione per Napoli e dalla puntuale analisi della situazione. "Listen, I'll call you right back." I'm about to pretend to take the number down. "Smile less often? Know more about cars? Say my name with less regularity? Is this what you want to hear?" I ask. "It won't change anything. You don't even drink beer," I mutter. "Nope," Van Patten says. "Gio's. Manicure." "I have to return some videotapes," I explain in a rush. "Hamlin doesn't have a backup and he wants to invite Luis Carruthers and what I want to know is, does this mean Courtney's coming?" McDermott asks. "Why'd you think I'd be into that?" she asks. Because of the Ecstasy, the question is flirtatious and she seems genuinely interested. Her foot is rubbing against my thigh. I've moved over to the couch, sitting between the two girls, and I'm massaging one of her calves. " music?" she asks, intrigued, sipping San Pellegrino water. "Oh yeah… Right," I say, as if the title just dawned on me. "Cocktail. Oh yeah, that's right," I say. "Great, Bateman, what are you thinking about?" I shake my head as if to clear it and then, to patch things up, hold out my hand. "Hi. Pat Bateman." SHERMAN, JIMMY C. 24 TINER, LINDA 20 28-AUG-1971 15-484 "Jean?" I call. "That's…" I peer also, pretending to be intrigued by the stains, then I grimace. "That's sweet 'n' sour sauce." SPARKS, PALONIA 19 LITTLE, T.F. 28 15-NOV-1891 3-142 STARK, SHARON BARBARA 18 HUDDLESTON, MICHAEL LLOYD 18 06-APR-1974 16-60 SEGREST, ROGER 25 WATSON, ELMIRA 18 30-JAN-1916 6-83 "Yes, Patrick, you were." Ringrazio il Ministro dell’interno per aver assicurato la sua presenza. SAUNDERS, ALETHA 18 WILSON, W.T. 21 07-NOV-1891L 3-138 "Price?" Van Patten says. "Oh I know, I know," he screams, eyes bulging. "They save more than we do and they don't innovate much, but they sure in the fuck know how to take, steal, our innovations, improve on them, then ram them down our fucking throats!" Something indecipherable is mumbled again and she shakes her head - no, no, no - beneath the pillow. "It's totally against company regulations," he says. "Patrick, why won't you look at me?" Luis asks, sounding anguished. "Look at me." "Featherhead?" Van Patten asks. "Who's Featherhead? He sounds exceptionally dangerous." STEWART, JASPER 25 WILLIAMS, JOSIE 19 15-JAN-1908 5-57 "Do you want to come up for a drink?" she asks too casually, and even though I'm critical of her approach it doesn't necessarily mean that I don't want to go up - but something stops me, something quells the bloodlust: the doorman? the way the lobby is lit? her lipstick? Plus I'm beginning to think that pornography is so much less complicated than actual sex, and because of this lack of complication, so much more pleasurable. SMITH, TERESA 26 CAUDLE, FRANK CHARLES 35 09-MAY-1986L 17-142 Credo che però dobbiamo interrogarci anche sulle modificazioni che si sono introdotte nelle organizzazioni criminali, su questa nuova lotta fra i gruppi emergenti per il controllo del territorio e sulla rottura del cosiddetto cartello di Secondigliano, su tutto ciò che hanno determinato - attenzione - le organizzazioni criminali rispetto al sistema degli appalti, non solo nella città di Napoli. Vorrei anche sottolineare che quest'azione è avvenuta con un’aggressione, seppur certamente non di grande rilievo, anche nei confronti di lavoratori che spesso il sabato mattina e la domenica si recano in quei luoghi per portare uno stipendio a casa. Credo - lo dico serenamente - che l’operato delle forze di polizia sia stato cosciente e responsabile e speriamo che gli autori di questi fatti vengano adeguatamente puniti. C'era uno slogan - lo ricordiamo tutti - urlato sui manifesti del Paese, con il quale la Casa delle Libertà si era proposta come sicuro guardiano delle nostre aree metropolitane. Quello slogan recitava: "Città più sicure". Allora in molti ebbero modo di credere a quelle promesse. Ed oggi, sul tema della sicurezza questo Governo deve registrare la più cocente delusione di questa infelice stagione politica. STEWART, WILLIAM 29 HAMMONDS, PARALEE 18 18-OCT-1874 A1-20 STOGNER, LOUISE 18 ADAMS, R.A. 21 04-MAR-1936 9-182 SINGLETON, PATRICE 25 WILLIAMS, STEVIE 22 11-AUG-1990 17-437 Evelyn is still opening large bottles of imported beer and absently mentions, "We've got to eat this stuff soon or else we're all going to be poisoned." aggiornare l'accordo di programma rivedendo, pur nel più assoluto rispetto dell'esigenza della salvaguardia ambientale, dell'acqua e dell'aria, i parametri già indicati alla luce dell'esperienza maturata, nonché delle tecnologie e dei processi ritenuti compatibili con l'esigenza primaria di tutela ambientale ma anche di minori costi per le aziende; SMITH, PATRICIA 18 LAY, NINUEL 19 09-AUG-1968 15-150 "God, Patrick,.. he whispers. "Why here?" Would Courtney like me less if Luis was dead? This is the question I have to face, with no clear answer burning back across my mind, as I make my way slowly through the dining room, waving to someone who looks like Vincent Morrison, someone else who I'm fairly sure is someone who looks like Tom Newman. Would Courtney spend more time with me - the time she now spends with Luis - if he was out of the picture, no longer an alternative, if he was perhaps… dead? If Luis were killed would Courtney be upset? Could I genuinely be of comfort without laughing in her face, my own spite doubling back on me, giving everything away? Is the fact that she dates me behind his back what excites her, my body or the size of my dick? Why, for that matter, do I want to please Courtney? If she likes me only for my muscles, the heft of my cock, then she's a shallow bitch. But a physically superior, near-perfect-looking shallow bitch, and that can override anything, except maybe bad breath or yellow teeth, either of which is a real d SAUNDERS, MICHAEL ALAN 21 GREEN, DINA BEVERLY 18 30-SEP-1989 17-376 SMITH, DICK 44 MARKS, FRANCIS 25 29-DEC-1908 5-116 Tutto questo è il frutto dell'impegno quotidiano delle 12.960 persone che le forze di polizia schierano sul territorio napoletano, realizzando un rapporto operatore-popolazione di 1 su 238 per il territorio provinciale e addirittura di 1 su 110 per la città di Napoli. In entrambi i casi, dunque, siamo su livelli nettamente superiori alla media nazionale, che è di 1 su 254. "Did anyone know cavemen got more fiber than we do?" Price asks the cabdriver. At the mentions of my name I immediately start blabbering, hoping that Owen didn't notice. "Well, Cecelia, I told him I thought it was a, you know, a mixture of the two, like a…" I stop, briefly look at them before lamely spitting out, "a Christmas Tisch." Then, nervously, I lift a sprig of parsley off a slice of pheasant pвtй that a passing elf is carrying, and hold it over Evelyn's head before she can say anything. "Mistletoe alert!" I shout, and people around us are suddenly ducking, and then I kiss her on the lips while looking at Owen and Meredith, both of them staring at me strangely, and out of the corner of my eye I catch Courtney, who is talking to Rhinebeck, gazing at me hatefully, outraged. "Keep touching me like this," I say, eyes shut tight, entire body wired and ticking, coiled up ready, wanting to spring, "and you'll draw back a stump." SMITH, (M) PAULINE C. 44 HARRISON, EDMUND A. 47 26-JUL-1959 13-220 STEWART, DANIAL J. 21 RAULS, ZELPA 18 04-JUN-1957 13-41 "James Galanos has the most wonderful Russian lynx bellies, though," Daisy says. He tells the driver to stop on the corner of Eighty-first and Riverside since the street doesn't go the right way. "Be a hon," she tells me, "and place the sushi on the table. Tempura is in the microwave and the sake is just about done boiling…" Her voice trails off as she leads Price out of the kitchen. "Luis cannot come," I tell him. "And you're welcome." Libby nods slowly, her features quizzical in the candlelight, and stands up. "Excuse us." They leave. Daisy stays, sips Caron's champagne. I imagine her naked, murdered, maggots burrowing, feasting on her stomach, tits blackened by cigarette burns, Libby eating this corpse out, then I clear my throat. "So it was really hot out today, wasn't it?" SMITH, JOSEPH 65 KEITH, (M) OCIE G. 58 C 19-FEB-1960 13-246 Smash cut and I'm back in the kitchen. "Oh wait," I say, remembering something. "And I need reservations for two at Arcadia at eight tonight." "So-o-o-o," I say; placing the book down, then nervously opening it up again to find the number. "Dorsia is where Jean wants to go…" Le analisi e i dati di cui dispongo mi confermano nella convinzione di essere su una strada giusta, lungo la quale il Governo intende proseguire, ben sapendo, naturalmente, che è sempre possibile fare di più e meglio. Ma ci sono tre cose che so altrettanto bene: la prima è che fare di più non potrà mai voler dire militarizzare la città di Napoli. La seconda è che spetta in primo luogo alle istituzioni centrali e locali, nell'ambito dei rispettivi poteri, fare tutto il possibile per costruire assieme sicurezza e favorire lo sviluppo. La terza è che questo impegno solidale delle istituzioni da solo non basterà mai. Per quanto possa essere straordinario nelle dimensioni, esso rimarrà un insieme di interventi più o meno calati dall'alto se non potrà fare affidamento sull'aperto sostegno della società civile napoletana. It is four days before Christmas, at two in the afternoon. I'm sitting in the back of a pitch-black limousine parked in front of a nondescript, brownstone off Fifth Avenue trying to read an article about Donald Trump in the new issue of Fame magazine. Jeanette wants me to come in with her but I say "Forget it." She has a black eye from last night since I had to coerce her over dinner at Il Marlibro to even consider doing this; then, after a more forceful discussion at my apartment, she consented. Jeanette's dilemma lies outside my definition of guilt, and I had told her, truthfully, over dinner that it was very hard for me to express concern for her that I don't feel. During the entire drive from my place on the Upper West Side, she's been sobbing. The only clear, identifiable emotion coming from her is desperation and maybe longing, and though I successfully ignore her for most of the ride I finally have to tell her, "Listen, I've already taken two Xanax this morning so, uh, you're incapable of, like, upsett "There are no girls with good personalities," we all say in unison, laughing, giving each other high-five. "I've seen you looking at me," he says, panting. "I've noticed your" - he gulps - "hot body." "Yes?" she asks. "You cut the conversation short," I point out. "Yes, can you take two tonight, oh, let's say, in around twenty minutes?" I ask, checking my Rolex, offering Jean a wink. She seems impressed. "Do you know how bad you smell?" I whisper this soothingly, stroking his face. "The stench, my god…" SHOCKLEY, (Ms) TRAVIS 25 HERRING, OTTO 23 24-DEC-1927 7-373 SHELBY, EVA MAE 16 RAULS, J.E. 20 22-DEC-1945 11-113 SIPES, BARRY ALLAN 19 KING, AMY BETH 20 30-JUN-1990 17-427 After skinny-dipping in the ocean late at night, we would come into the house, shivering, draped in huge Ralph Lauren towels, and we'd make omelets and noodles tossed with olive oil and truffles and porcini mushrooms; we'd make soufflйs with poached pears and cinnamon fruit salads, grilled polenta with peppered salmon, apple and berry sorbet, mascarpone, red beans with arrozo wrapped in romaine lettuce, bowls of salsa and skate poached in balsamic vinegar, chilled tomato soup and risottos flavored with beets and lime and asparagus and mint, and we drank lemonade or champagne or well-aged bottles of Chвteau Margaux. But soon we stopped lifting weights together and wing laps and Evelyn would eat only the dietetic chocolate trues that NutraSweet hadn't eaten, complaining about weight she hadn't gained. Some nights I would find my self roaming the beaches, digging up baby crabs and eating handfuls of sand - this was in the middle of the night when the sky was so clear I could see the entire solar syst "Has anyone seen his girlfriend?" Reeves asks. "Laurie Kennedy? Total hardbody." She stops walking because I stop, looks down, and when she looks back up her brow, both cheeks, are damp with a layer of perspiration, a fine sheen. She's hot. She sighs, smiling to herself. She looks at her watch. SPENCER, GREELEY 49 GREGG, VERA 26 C 27-DEC-1928 7-462 "Fifty-five West Eighty-first Street," I say. "The American Gardens Building." MILANO, 30 ottobre 2004 SHELBY, DELLA LEE 18 ASHCRAFT, H.H. 21 08-DEC-1912 5-347 se sia vero che l'azienda di soggiorno del turismo di Napoli stia vivendo problematiche di carenze strutturali ed organizzative analoghe all'Ente provinciale del turismo e che la predetta azienda abbia un deficit di circa un milione di euro; "What?" I'm lost in thought. "After reading Miller's review in the Times, who in their right mind wouldn't order the meat loaf, or the marlin for that matter?" "But someone has to oversee it, honey." "No can do," Van Patten says. "I've got to go to Sunmakers. Then private workout." "If they have a good personality and they are not great-looking" - Reeves holds his hands up, signifying something - "who fucking cares?" STONE, DORA LYNN 36 PENNINGTON, JOSEPH A. 47 06-FEB-1987 17-187 "Playing pool at M.K." He shrugs. "I also have tickets to a… a Mills Vanilla concert, if you'd like to go," I tell her casually. SMITH, OLIVE 18 HOBSON, WALLACE 24 05-NOV-1921 6-459 to make the reservation. He slipped his Walkman on and turned the volume up so loud that the sound of Vivaldi was audible even with the windows halfway open and the noise of the uptown traffic blasting into the taxi. Van Patter and McDermott made rude jokes about the size of Tim's dick and I did too. Outside Pastels Tim grabbed the napkin with Van Patter's final version of his carefully phrased question for GQ on it and tossed it at a bum huddling outside the restaurant feebly holding up a sloppy cardboard sign: I AM HUNGRY AND HOMELESS PLEASE HELP ME. "Rock 'n' roll." He shrugs. "Deal with it." e season for me and I needed a vacation. I needed to go to the Hamptons. "Illegal Alien" is the most explicitly political song the group has yet recorded and their funniest. The subject is supposed to be sad - a wetback trying to get across the border into the United States - but the details are highly comical: the bottle of tequila the Mexican holds, the new pair of shoes he's wearing (probably stolen); and it all seems totally accurate. Phil sings it in a brash, whiny pseudo-Mexican voice that makes it even funnier, and the rhyme of "fun" with "illegal alien" is inspired. "Just a Job to Do" is the album's funkiest song, with a killer bass line by Banks, and though it seems to be about a detective chasing a criminal, I think it could also be about a jealous lover tracking someone down. "Silver Rainbow" is the album's most lyrical song. The words are intense, complex and gorgeous. The album ends on a positive, upbeat note with "It's Gonna Get Better." Even if the lyrics seem a tiny bit generic to some, Phil's voice is so confident (heavily influenced by Peter Gabriel, who never ma "Well, fellas," Montgomery says. "See y'all got the primo table. Get the check yet? Just kidding." PRESIDENTE. Comunico che l'interrogazione 3-01834 dei senatori Peruzzotti e Stiffoni sui "disobbedienti" è stata trasformata dai presentatori in un’interrogazione a risposta scritta, che avrà il numero 4-07718. "Am I the only one who grasped the fact that Stash assumed his piece of sushi was" - I cough, then resume - "a pet?" She clears her throat and hesitantly begins reading, slowly, stopping often. " 'The poor nigger on the wall. Look at him.' " She pauses and squints again at the paper, then hesitantly resumes. " 'Look at the poor nigger. Look at the poor nigger… on… the… wall.' " She stops again, faltering, looks at me, confused, then back at the paper. "Oh no," she answers too quickly and then, I think, realizing this quickness, says, "I have no plans." SMITH, BEATRICE 18 McKINSEY, ARTHUR 22 26-NOV-1910 5-217 "I'm appalled. Do you know how many grams of fat, of sodium, are in the chocolate covering alone?" I gasp, mock horrified. ni infrastrutturali e tecnologiche, tra cui la realizzazione della cosiddetta cittadella della polizia. A fronte di tale sforzo delle istituzioni preposte, tuttavia, è auspicabile che il Parlamento e il Governo affrontino una riflessione di carattere ordinamentale sull’inadeguatezza di talune leggi e sull'opportunità di ripristinare l’arresto obbligatorio per determinati reati, rivedere la durata della custodia cautelare, considerare la recidiva nei reati con maggiore severità, ma soprattutto predisporre strumenti adeguati e non solo repressivi contro il fenomeno della cosiddetta malagioventù, ossia l'utilizzo sempre più massiccio dei giovani da parte delle organizzazioni camorristiche, facendo leva sulla non punibilità dei minori di 14 anni ovvero sulla più favorevole disciplina prevista per i minori di 18 anni. (Applausi dai Gruppi FI e UDC e del senatore Fisichella). "And… Spencer wants to meet you for a drink at Fluties Pier 17," she says, smiling. STANFIELD, SIDNEY Jr 18 BELL, HAZEL 16 28-JUL-1952 12-350 "What do you think of the pizza at Pastels now, Bateman?" he asks smugly. "Yeah," he says. "It's got passable carpaccio. Decent wren. Okay sorbets. But let's go somewhere else and, uh, then go on the search for the, uh, perfect body. Gentlemen?" prevedere misure urgenti e straordinarie, a cominciare dal riconoscimento dello stato di calamità naturale. "No." I smile, trying to integrate myself into the conversation. "Used Fiorucci." STEWART, H.M. [Rev] 67 WELCH, MARY 61 C 16-MAR-1960 13-257 "No, not yet. As I said, we're not sure. But…" He stops, looks dejected. "Basically no one has seen or heard anything." "Jesus, you can't walk into a bathroom in this city without coming out with a gram, so don't worry." pink and glistening, through the wounds in his face. He falls to the floor in agony, his face just gray and bloody, except for one of his eyes, which is blinking uncontrollably; his mouth is a twisted red-pink jumble of teeth and meat and jawbone, his tongue hangs out of an open gash on the side of his cheek, connected only by what looks like a thick purple string. I scream at him only once: "Fucking stupid bastard. Fucking bastard." I stand there waiting, staring up at the crack above the Onica that the superintendent hasn't fixed yet. It takes Paul five minutes to finally die. Another thirty to stop bleeding. "Well, you know, Scottie, the Aiwa is okay." Oh holy shit, dream on, Scot-tie, I'm thinking. "But Sansui is really top of the line." I pause, then add, "I should know. I own one." "It doesn't matter," I say - I don't have any tickets to it anyway. "It's months from now." "Oh my god," Evelyn says, and then, genuinely confused, "You mean… wait, she didn't have someone do them for her?" SEGREST, LEON 21 RANSON, SELASTINE 18 C 05-OCT-1947 11-415 "Say it's good." SCREETON, FRANK N. Jr 23 WALDO, (M) LELA GLADYS 30 04-NOV-1968 15-190 Mi avvio a concludere, signor Presidente. Già il collega Marino faceva riferimento alle azioni positive e anche il collega Bobbio faceva un richiamo alle istituzioni locali. A tale proposito, voglio sottolineare che in questi ultimi anni le istituzioni locali sono state abbandonate a sé stesse. STONE, LIZZIE 17 TROTTER, WILL 20 09-JAN-1890 3-48 "I want to get high off this, Bateman," Price says slowly, his voice rising. "Not sprinkle it on my fucking All-Bran!" "Oh, so this is my Christmas present?" she asks, sarcastic. "How sweet, Patrick, how thoughtful." se si ritenga possibile assumere sul piano legislativo un’iniziativa, anche attraverso un decreto-legge, per garantire che coloro i quali pongono in essere efferate attività criminose siano rapidamente e in modo durevole messi in condizione di non nuocere ulteriormente alla civile convivenza. "We look at the world differently, Patrick." She sniffs. A Richard Marx CD plays on the stereo, a bag from Zabar's loaded with sourdough onion bagels and spices sits on the kitchen table while I grind bone and fat and flesh into patties, and though it does sporadically penetrate how unacceptable some of what I'm doing actually is, I just remind myself that this thing, this girl, this meat, is nothing, is shit, and along with a Xanax (which I am now taking half-hourly) this thought momentarily calms me and then I'm humming, humming the theme to a show I watched often as a child - The Jetsons? The Banana Splits? Scooby Doo? Sigmund and the Sea Monsters? I'm remembering the song, the melody, even the key it was sung in, but not the show. Was it Lidsville? Was it H. R. Pufnstuf? These questions are punctuated by other questions, as diverse as "Will I ever do time?" and "Did this girl have a trusting heart?" The smell of meat and blood clouds up the condo until I don't notice it anymore. And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in "Al," he says, a little louder. SMITH, EDWARD 22 SMITH, BETTY JAN 18 C 09-FEB-1952 12-287 "That is fucking outrageous," I say. ny to fuck her cunt harder with it, until finally, gasping, she comes. "Ter-rific." "Do you own a briefcase?" I ask her, swallowing. "Patrick, I have to be back at the office," she groans, protesting weakly. "Just… say… no," I tell him, setting the drinks on the table. "That's all you have to say." "What are you screwballs up to?" I spot Luis Carruthers standing at the bar next to Price, who ignores him utterly. Carruthers is not dressed well: a four-button double-breasted wool suit, I think by Chaps, a striped cotton shirt and a silk bow tie plus horn-rimmed eyeglasses by Oliver Peoples. eves and Hamlin left the office early today for facials somewhere and they both look good, faces pink but tan, hair short and slicked back. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about Real-Life Rambos. I unhook the Rolex and, sliding it off my wrist, hand it to him. Sen. Gaburro Giuseppe, Bergamo Ugo, Borea Leonzio, Callegaro Luciano, Ciccanti Amedeo, Cirami Melchiorre, Eufemi Maurizio, Forlani Alessandro, Gubert Renzo, Maffioli Graziano, Meleleo Salvatore, Moncada Gino, Pellegrino Gaetano Antonio, Ronconi Maurizio, Sodano Calogero, Tarolli Ivo, Trematerra Gino, Tunis Gianfranco, Zanoletti Tomaso SULLIVAN, (Ms) S.F. 18 STOVER, G.W. 21 12-MAR-1893 3-208 His rationality shot to hell, making guttural noises, his head bent down shamefully, he offers a response that's barely audible. I grab his hair - it's stiff with mousse; I recognize the scent as Cactus, a new brand - and yanking his head up, snarling, I spit out, "Listen, you want to die? I'll do it, Luis. I've done it before and I will fucking gut you, rip your fucking stomach open and cram your intestines down your fucking faggot throat until you choke on them." ping out of the store, the body on the hood moaning in agony, Patrick with no idea where the cop running toward him across the street has come from, he's yelling something into his walkie-talkie, thinking Patrick is stunned, but Patrick surprises him by lunging out before the cop can get to his gun and he knocks him over onto the sidewalk… "You're at P & P, right?" she asks, then, "You look great." Spotting another cab approaching, I back away. "Yeah, well, you know." Evelyn ignores this, pulls off her Tina Chow earrings. "He's a sculptor," she says tersely. Miss Manners (Judith Martin) SMITH, (M) VIOLA 25 WILLIAMS, GUS 27 C 21-SEP-1907 5-37 "Listen, the mud soup and the charcoal arugula are outrageous here," I tell him. "Stop it. Come on, I want this," I say and then in a last, desperate attempt I smile flirtatiously, kissing her lightly on the lips, and add, "Mrs. Batsman?" STARR, W.H. 45 MILLER, (M) MARIE 24 13-NOV-1890 3-88 SIMMS, ERMA JUANITA 18 TERRY, CALVIN N. 24 27-JUN-1951 12-203 SINCLAIR, (M) MOLLIE 30 JUNIEL, BUCK 24 05-DEC-1901 4-102 SINGLETON, LEAH 26 HOLMES, JOHN 25 30-MAY-1921 6-440 "Weddings are so romantic. She had a diamond engagement ring. You know, Patrick, I won't settle for less," she says coyly. "It has to be diamond." Her eyes glaze over and she tries to recount the wedding in mind-numbing detail. "It was a sitdown dinner for five hundred… no, excuse me, seven hundred and fifty, followed by a sixteen-foot tiered Ben and Jerry's ice cream cake. The gown was by Ralph and it was white lace and low-cut and sleeveless. It was darling. Oh Patrick, what would you wear?" she sighs. , "Thaidialano," and then "See you, Marcus" and steps out of the elevator. The doors shut. I am wearing a mini-houndstooth-check wool suit with pleated trousers by Hugo Boss, a silk tie, also by Hugo Boss, a cotton broadcloth shirt by Joseph Abboud and shoes from Brooks Brothers. I flossed too hard this morning and I can still taste the coppery residue of swallowed blood in the back of my throat. I used Listerine afterwards and my mouth feels like it's on fire but I manage a smile to no one as I step out of the elevator, brushing past a hung-over Wittenborn, swinging my new black leather attachй case from Bottega Veneta. che quanto accaduto sabato scorso segue di pochi giorni i fatti verificatisi, la scorsa settimana, nell’Ateneo «La Sapienza» di Roma, dove il Vice Presidente del Consiglio, onorevole Fini, avrebbe dovuto recarsi per il dibattito sulla Costituzione europea, che non è stato tenuto esclusivamente per il senso di responsabilità degli organizzatori; Owen stands at the bar wearing a double-breasted wool suit. "No." I start putting the Walkman back on. SPURLIN, BARBARA 20 LUCKENBILL, ROBERT S. Jr 25 01-NOV-1959 13-231 "Hello," I say, offering thy hand, the one the dog licked. "Pat Baternan." "No, no," he says. "Nothing like that. I'm just a private investigator." SINGLETON, FANNIE 18 LAWHON, E.S. 21 03-SEP-1899 3-554 "And Evelyn?" he asks. "How is she?" "What do you want me to do?" she shrieked, popping another dietetic true into her mouth. "Rent a Volvo?" I push Sabrina off my cock and lay her on her back, her head at the foot of the futon. Then I lay Christie over her, placing the two in a sixty-nine position, with Christie's ass raised up in the air, and with a surprisingly small amount of Vaseline, after slipping on a condom, finger her tight ass until it relaxes and loosens enough so I can ease my dick into it while Sabrina eats Christie's cunt out, fingering it, sucking on her swollen clit, sometimes holding on to my balls and squeezing them lightly, teasing my asshole with a moistened finger, and then Christie is leaning into Sabrina's cunt and she's roughly spread her legs open as wide as possible and starts digging her tongue into Sabrina's cunt, but not for long because she's interrupted by yet another orgasm and she lifts her head up and looks back at me, her face slick with cunt juice, and she cries out "Fuck me I'm coming oh god eat me I'm coming" and this spurs me on to start fucking her ass very hard while Sabrina keeps eating the cunt that hangs Stepping out of the stall we wash our hands, inspecting our reflections in the mirror, and, once satisfied, head back to the Chandelier Room. I'm beginning to wish I'd checked my overcoat (Armani) but no matter what Price says I feel kind of high and minutes later as I wait at the bar trying to get this hardbody's attention it starts not to matter. I finally have to lay a twenty on the counter to get her attention, even though I have plenty of drink tickets left. It works. Taking advantage of the drink tickets, I order two double Stolis on the rocks. She pours the drinks in front of me. "Hi, Charles. Hi, Nancy." Luis Carruthers kisses Nancy's cheek, then shakes the baby's hand. "Oh hiya, Glenn. My my, you look so big." "Vanden is a cross between… The Limited and… used Benetton," Price says, holding up his hands, his eyes closed. After he leaves I pour myself a brandy and drink it from a checkered Italian tumbler and when I come back to the bedroom I find Evelyn lying in bed watching the Home Shopping Club. I lie down next to her and loosen my Armani tie. Finally I ask something without looking at her. MARINO, MUZIO, PAGLIARULO. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che a Napoli in queste ultime settimane l’acutizzarsi di fenomeni di micro-criminalità insieme ad atti di violenza e aggressioni da parte di bande di giovanissimi costituisce un grave allarme sociale, che richiede una quotidiana ed efficace azione di contrasto a tutti i livelli, si chiede di sapere: "I need a new fur," Libby sighs, staring into her champagne d green chili soufflй and roast partridge with sage, potatoes and onion and cranberry sauce, mincemeat pies and chocolate truffles and lemon soufflй tarts and pecan tarte Tatin. Candles have been lit everywhere, all of them in sterling silver Tiffany candleholders. And though I cannot be positive that I'm not hallucinating, there seem to be midgets dressed in green and red elf suits and felt hats walking around with trays of appetizers. I pretend not to have noticed and head straight for the bar where I gulp down a glass of not-bad champagne then move over to Donald Petersen, and as with most of the men here, someone has tied paper antlers to his head. On the other side of the room Maria and Darwin Hutton's five-year-old daughter, Cassandra, is wearing a seven-hundred-dollar velvet dress and petticoat by Nancy Halser. After finishing a second glass of champagne I move to martinis - Absolut doubles - and after I've calmed down sufficiently I take a closer look around the room, but the midgets are s "Wow," I shout. "Oh Christ," I say. "That's awful." Whitney Houston (3-00585) (31 luglio 2002) "Oh all right," she says, resigned. "Nine-thirty?" "Shut up." I shoot him a glance then calmly turn toward the hardbody, grinning like an idiot, but a handsome idiot. "Now listen, we are good customers here and we're probably going to order some fine brandy, cognac, who knows, and we want to relax and bask in this" - I gesture with my arm - "atmosphere. Now" - with the other hand I pull out my gazelleskin wallet - "we would like to enjoy some fine Cuban cigars afterwards and we don't want to be bothered by some loutish-" Colgo l'occasione per salutare e ringraziare il ministro Pisanu, che ha facoltà di rispondere congiuntamente a tali interrogazioni. SANDERS, WILLIE 19 BAGGETT, M.S. 22 28-JAN-1912 5-314 SMITH, MARTHA CAMP 39 JEFFCOAT, ALFRED E. 38 19-OCT-1966 14-572 SMITH, WARREN 26 BARNETT, MARTHA 22 20-DEC-1903 4-242 SPEARS, LILLIE 22 WILSON, WILLIAM C. 22 05-JUL-1941 10-239 "It's fine, but…" She stops, then says, "I'm pretty sure it's hung upside down." "What do you think of Geoffrey Beene?" Daisy asks her. "Well" - she stalls again before continuing - "let's just call him a business acquaintance." She sips from her glass. "He said he went to Harvard, but… I didn't believe him." She looks over at Tiffany, then back at me. Our mutual silence encourages her to keep talking and she continues haltingly. "He had, like, this monkey. And I would have to watch this monkey in… his apartment." She stops, starts, continues in monotone, occasionally gulping. "I'd want to watch TV all day, 'cause there was nothing else to do while the guy was out… and while I tried to keep an eye on the monkey. But there was… something wrong with this monkey." She stops and takes a deep breath. "The monkey would only watch…" Again she stops, takes in the room, a quizzical expression creasing her face as if she's not sure she should be telling us this story; if we, me and the other bitch, should be privy to this information. And I brace myself for something shocking, something revelatory, a connection. "It would only watch…" She sighs, then i Four more clicks. SPAKES, JAMES E. 19 BAGGETT, JUANITA 18 06-JUL-1948 11-490 "Before all that?" he asks. She stares blankly at the plate then politely shakes her head. I move over to Sabrina, who smiles and takes one, and then, concerned, I notice her wineglass, which is still full. "Don't look at me," I say. "It's not my joke." "That would be great," he says. "Hey, have you been to that Salvadorian bistro on Eighty-third?" he asks. "We're eating there tonight." "Hey, I'm going out with Courtney tomorrow night." "You seem… nervous." SPARKS, MORRIS 21 HALL, NANNIE BELL 17 24-DEC-1926 7-313 2. Nella Convenzione l'assunzione della partecipazione azionaria resta condizionata al rispetto delle seguenti condizioni: The bum, a black man, lies in the doorway of an abandoned antique store on Twelfth Street on top of an open grate, surrounded by bags of garbage and a shopping cart from Gristede's loaded with what I suppose are personal belongings: newspapers, bottles, aluminum cans. A handpainted cardboard sign attached to the front of the cart reads I AM HUNGRY AND HOMELESS PLEASE HELP ME. A dog, a small mutt, short-haired and rail thin, lies next to him, its makeshift leash tied to the handle of the grocery cart. I don't notice the dog the first time I pass by. It's only after I circle the block and come back that I see it lying on a pile of newspapers, guarding the bum, a collar around its neck with an oversize nameplate that reads GIZMO. The dog looks up at me wagging its skinny, pathetic excuse for a tail and when I hold out a gloved hand it licks at it hungrily. The stench of some kind of cheap alcohol mixed with excrement hangs here like a heavy, invisible cloud, and I have to hold my breath, before adjusting to the Tuesday "I just want peace, love, friendship, understanding," I say dispassionately. SHELTON, BESSIE MAE 18 RIDEOUT, ALBERT L. Jr 21 C 16-AUG-1947 11-402 "So… Cocktail," I say, after a while. "That's the name." We both laugh out loud about this. "And what are these girls after, O knowledgeable one?" McDermott asks, bowing slightly as he walks. "You're projecting," she says lamely. "But economically we're still a mess. We have to find a way to hold down the inflation rate and reduce the deficit. We also need to provide training and jobs for the unemployed as well as protect existing American jobs from unfair foreign imports. We have to make America the leader in new technology. At the same time we need to promote economic growth and business expansion and hold the line against federal income taxes and hold down interest rates while promoting opportunities for small businesses and controlling mergers and big corporate takeovers." We stare at each other endlessly. I'm convinced she senses I'm about to say something. I've seen this look on someone's face before. Was it in a club? A victim's expression? Had it appeared on a movie screen recently? Or had I seen it in the mirror? It takes what seems like an hour before I can speak again. "But that's… his" - I stop, my heart skips, resumes beating - "furniture." I drop my umbrella, then lean down quickly to retrieve it. "Skanky chicks," Van Patten says. "Beware. No hardbodies." HALMY, JOHN 37 HILL, TINA 26 03-MAR-1988 17-274 SIEFERT, NORMA DEAN 21 SHANDY, DANIEL KELLEY 22 23-JUL-1951 12-216 He's looking at me as if I have overstepped some kind of unspoken boundary and I'm beginning to wonder what word confused him: certainly not crack, so what was it? Superintendent? Ceiling? Maybe even please? "Robert Hall, Robert Hall, Robert Hall," I mutter to myself, trying to remember. "Scholarship student? President of our senior class?" I think about it a second longer, then add, "Weak chin?" I place one hand on the table. She takes it. "Very civilized." Goodrich nods. "I thought I had it written down," she whines. "I thought my secretary had written it down for me." PRESIDENTE. Sono in congedo i senatori: Antonione, Baldini, Bosi, Casillo, Cursi, D'Alì, Mantica, Mugnai, Saporito, Sestini, Siliquini, Sudano, Vegas e Ventucci. "Patrick," she protests. "There's a phone right over there." olos are as original and unrehearsed as any in rock. Yet the keyboardist, Sean Hopper, seemed too intent on playing the organ a little too mechanically (though his piano playing on the second half of the album gets better) and Bill Gibson's drumming was too muted to have much impact. The songwriting also didn't mature until much later, though many of the catchy songs had hints of longing and regret and dread ("Stop Trying" is just one example). "Who's that?" I hear Evelyn asking. "Shhh, Mr. Bateman," Helga says, running a warm loofah sponge over my face, which stings then cools the skin. "Relax." She laughs lightly but there's a real urgency in it, something uncomfortable, and this does little in the way of making me feel less sick. McDermott's left saying "Oh." "But don't you hunk water is the best fluid replacer since it enters the bloodstream faster than and other liquid?" I can't help but add, "Buddy?" SLEDGE, GEORGE 24 FORD, WILLIE 19 15-MAR-1913 5-379 SPEARS, LELA INEZ 18 DOSS, BARNEY 21 03-FEB-1938 9-415 Evelyn comes in on the call waiting of my third line and I wasn't going to take it, but since I'm holding on the second line to find out if Bullock, the maоtre d' at the new Davis Franзois restaurant on Central Park South, has any cancellations for tonight so Courtney (holding on the first line) and I might have dinner, I pick it up in the hope that it's my dry cleaners. But no, it's Evelyn and though it really isn't fair to Courtney, I take her call. I tell Evelyn I'm on the other line with my private trainer. I then tell Courtney I have to take Paul Owen's call and that I'll see her at Turtles at eight and then I cut myself off from Bullock, the maоtre d'. Evelyn's staying at the Carlyle since the woman who lives in the brownstone next to hers was found murdered last night, decapitated, and this is why Evelyn's all shook up. She couldn't deal with the office today so she spent the afternoon calming herself with facials at Elizabeth Arden. She demands that we have dinner tonight, and then s The bum is too surprised to say anything. He only opens his mouth in shock and moves a grubby, mittened hand slowly up to his face. I yank his pants down and in the passing headlights of a taxi can make out his flabby black thighs, rashed because of his constantly urinating in the pantsuit. The stench of shit rises quickly into my face and breathing through my mouth, down on my haunches, I start stabbing him in the stomach, lightly, above the dense matted patch of pubic hair. This sobers him up somewhat and instinctively he tries to cover himself with his hands and the dog starts yipping, really furiously, but it doesn't attack, and I keep stabbing at the bum now between his fingers, stabbing the backs of his hands. His eye, burst open, hangs out of its socket and runs down his face and he keeps blinking which causes what's left of it inside the wound to pour out like red, veiny egg yolk. I grab his head with one hand and push it back and then with my thumb and forefinger hold the other eye open and bring the "Lover?" she asks, her voice reminding me of someone human. "No, I'm not really," I say, snapping out of it, then, not of my own accord, "I mean, does anyone really see anyone? Does anyone really see anyone else? Did you ever see me? See? What does that mean? Ha! See? Ha! I just don't get it. Ha!" I laugh. If I am not mistaken it is now eight-thirty. "And I mean…" He smiles sheepishly again. "Have you heard anything about this?" "Oh so that was a girl in there," Price says. "Go take a look, Bateman," he dares. "Let me guess. The East Village?" STEWART, AVALEE 18 LUNSFORD, TOMIE 21 08-JAN-1928 7-384 She looks it over quizzically, puzzled, squinting, then she turns the page over to see if there's anything on the back. Something in her understands it's short and she looks back at the words written, scrawled in red, on the front of the page. Tactfully, almost touching her hand but stopping myself, I tell her, "I just want to avoid any future misconnections." A hardbody walks by. I notice her, then look back at Jean. "Oh come on, don't look that way. You have nothing to be ashamed of." "Oh god," Elizabeth starts, moaning as if she falsely remembered something embarrassing. "I met Patrick at, oh god, the Kentucky Derby in '86 - no, '87, and…" She turns to me. "You were hanging out with that bimbo Alison something… Stoole?" "Are you talking to me or Shlomo here?" I sigh, but loudly enough for the Israeli driver to hear me, and predictably Courtney doesn't say anything. TESSITORE. - Al Ministro dell'interno. – Premesso che: SPANN, MARTHA SUE 20 CALAWAY, RONALD THOMAS 19 29-MAR-1964 14-276 "No, that's absolutely wrong. It's Science Equals Death." I sigh, close my eyes. "Jesus, Evelyn, only you could confuse that and a hair product." I have no idea what the hell I'm saying but I nod, waving to someone at the bar, an older man, his face covered in shadow, someone I only half know, actually, but he manages to raise his champagne glass my way and smile back, which is a relief. STRICKLAND, BELL 26 JACKSON, HOWARD 26 27-SEP-1916 6-123 "Listen, Cindy, if you had a choice to read WWD or…" I stop, unsure of what I was going to say. "Listen, is there anything going on tonight?" I ask. "Something not too… boisterous?" SEGREST, JOE 65 HARDNETT, (M) MARY 48 12-DEC-1907 5-46 "Oh I don't know," she says, confused. "No, we'll go anywhere you want." SCHWARGER, (M) KATHARINA 39 REISER, GEO F. 38 31-OCT-1904 4-304 "Where did you go to college?" Price asks. "Pine Manor?" "Will you call me before Thanksgiving?' she asks. SUGGS, CORNELIUS 35 GRIFFIN, (M) DORA 30 25-DEC-1945 11-121 I'm standing up to pour myself another glass of the Acacia. "Actually, none of your business, Christie, but I can assure you it certainly wasn't cheap." Applause for the jazz band - the whole table claps, even Taylor, whom Francesca has inadvertently woken up, and I turn away from McDermott, heavily pissed, and bring my hands together like everyone else. Caron and Libby walk upto the table and Libby says, "Caron's got to go to Atlanta tomorrow. Vogue shoot. We have to leave." Someone gets the check and McDermott puts it on his gold AmEx card, which conclusively proves that he's high on coke since he's a famous tight-wad. "Scottie," Anne shrieks. "The sauvignon blanc?" I pause. "Why? Where were you?" I ask, while guzzling from a liter of Evian, still slightly sweaty from this afternoon's workout. SHIPMAN, JAMES HERSHEL 25 CHAPMAN, CAROLYN EARNESTIN 21 22-FEB-1964 14-268 "More Cristal?" Courtney asks Luis. CAMERANO (AN), 26 marzo 2004 After a pause I hear Van Patten say, "I sense weirdness starting." SMITH, ELLA 24 NIVEN, W.A. 24 28-NOV-1877 1-173 Presidenza del vice presidente FISICHELLA It turns out we haven't seen the show but I don't want to be tacky enough to bring up the fact I own one, so I lightly kick Courtney under the table. This raises her out of the lithium-induced stupor and she says robotically, "Patrick owns an Onica. He really does." SEYMORE, (M) JANE 40 MITCHELL, THOS S. 56 04-AUG-1881 1-482 quali siano le valutazioni del Governo in ordine all’opportunità di favorire, con tutti gli strumenti a sua disposizione, una intensa attività di intelligence finalizzata ad individuare i responsabili di questi ultimi delitti; "Yeah, I think it's by far the best song he's written," I say, blah blah blah, and though it's finally something Scott and I can agree on, the plates of blackened redfish appear and they look bizarre and Courtney excuses herself to the ladies' room and, after thirty minutes, when she hasn't reappeared I wander into the back of the restaurant and find her asleep in the coatcheck room. "A gram is fine," I shout. "I have to be at the office early tomorrow." alcuni esponenti politici hanno dato a tale atto una valenza positiva: Giovanni Russo Spena, deputato di Rifondazione Comunista, ha testualmente dichiarato, in un’intervista pubblicata dai mezzi di informazione nazionali, quali «Il Corriere della Sera» dell’8 novembre 2004: «La ridistribuzione di beni a chi non ha mezzi è stata una cosa bellissima, un’azione diretta, moderna ed innovativa. Da ripetere, anche. Magari però organizzandola meglio»; "I'll have a decaf espresso," Evelyn says. "Patrick?" SPAKES, THOMAS E. 21 GLOVER, MARY F. 19 10-AUG-1920 6-396 …while running toward Wall Street, still in Tribeca, he stays away from where the streetlamps shine the brightest, notices that the entire block he's lurching down is gentrified, then he dashes past a row of Porsches, tries to open each one and sets a string of car alarm sirens off, the car he would like to steal is a black Range Rover with permanent four-wheel drive, an aircraft-grade aluminum body on a boxed steel chassis and a fuel-injected V-8 engine, but he can't find one, and though this disappoints him he's also intoxicated by the whirlwind of confusion, by the city itself, the rain falling from an ice-cold sky but still warm enough in the city, on the ground, for fog to drift through the passageways the skyscrapers create in Battery Park, in Wall Street, wherever, most of them a kaleidoscopic blur, and now he's jumping over an embankment, somersaulting over it, then he's running like crazy, running full tilt, his brain locked into the physical exertion of utter, sheer panic, helter-skelter, now he thi "Ah," Price exclaims. "One of those young British faggots serving internship at…?" "Hey, I'm a child of divorce. Give me a break," I say, shrugging, thinking: Oh Halberstam you are an asshole. And then, after I've studied the menu, "Hmmm, I see they've omitted the pork loin with lime Jell-O." "I don't remember," I say. SCHERN, RUTH 27 BOSTON, ROY E. 39 22-JUL-1952 12-346 "And the cheesecake, what flavor? Was it heated?" I say. "Ricotta cheesecake? Goat cheese? Were there flowers or cilantro in it?" I avoid his eyes and touch the cigar I'm saving in my jacket pocket. "Girls dig Bateman." Reeves sounds a little drunk. "He's GQ. You're total GQ, Bateman." "Yes. McDermott," I say slowly. "Evian is too sweet." Quando leggo che ci sono presidi armati della camorra nei quartieri, non le chiedo, signor Ministro, una militarizzazione; le chiedo più forze di polizia sul territorio. Questo significherà distogliere unità di personale da lavori burocratici, organizzare diversamente la presenza delle forze di polizia, ma c’è bisogno di una loro maggiore e più penetrante presenza sul territorio. se risulti altresì con quali forme l'INPDAP possa assolvere al pagamento delle spese pregresse di sua competenza, prima della vendita degli immobili agli aventi titolo. Comunicazioni all'Assemblea l’assegnazione a Radio BBS della frequenza 103.500 mhz dipende da un accordo al quale dovrebbero partecipare, oltre a Radio Subasio, altre grandi radio nazionali tra le quali la RAI-Radiotelevisione italiana, poco disponibili a qualche concessione di carattere tecnico, "Nothing," I sigh, nodding. STEELMAN, G.W. 22 ROLLINS, MANNIE 22 26-DEC-1916 6-143 SMITH, EMMETT 20 WELLS, AVANSE 18 16-FEB-1892 3-159 He clicks off, leaving Van Patten and myself on the line. "Patrick you are being a lunatic," she says, shaking her head, now looking over the wine list. "With Salomon Brothers?" "Because I'm gripped by an existential panic," I lie. "Ye-es, Je-an?" I ask condescendingly, spacing the two words out. McDermott hesitates, then says "Shut up" in a flat voice. "Wait," he says, confused, looking at his book. "That's . . not what I've got." "A very large bottle of Desyrel," I say in a faraway voice, suddenly very sad. I say, "Then have an Evian or San Pellegrino for Christ sakes." I lie on the bed watching the two of them. Timothy is in her lap trying to push his head under the Ralph Lauren robe. Evelyn's head is thrown back with pleasure and she is trying to push him away, but playfully, and hitting him only lightly on his back with her Jan Hovй brush. I am fairly sure that Timothy and Evelyn are having an affair. Timothy is the only interesting person I know. SCROGGIN, JANE S. 21 BEARDON, JNO W. 15-JAN-1880 1-379 "One ninety," Price corrects him, and then, "Yeah, I do. Subtlety is not what these girls are after." SPAKES, LAMAR 20 HOLDERFIELD, GLADYS 21 20-DEC-1941 10-286 "You're a fucking word processor!" Tim blurts out. He walks over to Evelyn and bows next to her, checking out his reflection in the mirror. SANDERS, ERNEST 21 CHAMBERS, RUBY 18 11-AUG-1928 7-432 She doesn't say anything until we're seated at a mediocre table near the back section of the main dining room and that's only to order a Bellini. For dinner I order the shad-roe ravioli with apple compote as an appetizer and the meat loaf with chиvre and quail-stock sauce for an entrйe. She orders the red snapper with violets and pine nuts and for an appetizer a peanut butter soup with smoked duck and mashed squash which sounds strange but is actually quite good. New York magazine called it a "playful but mysterious little dish" and I repeat this to Patricia, who lights a cigarette while ignoring my lit match, sulkily slumped in her seat, exhaling smoke directly into my face, occasionally shooting furious looks at me which I politely ignore, being the gentleman that I can be. Once our plates arrive I just stare at my dinner - the meat loaf dark red triangles topped by chиvre which has been tinted pink by pomegranate juice, squiggles of thick tan quail stock circling the beef, and mango slice "Why?" Price asks. "Are you trying to entice that Armenian chick over by the bar?" Durante il corteo, una cinquantina di giovani si è separata dagli altri manifestanti ed è entrata nella libreria Feltrinelli di Largo Torre Argentina impossessandosi di un numero imprecisato di libri e DVD, tra cui numerose copie del film "Fahrenheit 9/11" del regista americano Moore. Alcuni di questi manifestanti erano a volto coperto. La direttrice della libreria, nella sua denuncia di furto, ha stimato l'ammontare del danno in circa 30.000 euro. Girls "Thanks," I say, pleased. SHELBY, ELENA 19 CRABB, CLEVE 22 08-MAY-1910 5-191 SIPES, BASEL V. 24 VINSON, LORAINE 22 17-APR-1943 10-457 "Oh, honey." She smiles. "You have something else for me?" SMITH, TOBIAN 29 BOYD, JOANNA 24 13-MAR-1892 3-163 "I… I've gotta…" Stumped, I look around the crowded dining room, then back at Luis's quivering, yearning face. "I've gotta return some videotapes," I say, jabbing at the elevator button, then, my patience shot, I start to walk away and head back toward my table. SLUDGE, BETTIE 18 NEAL, JERRY 24 26-DEC-1912 5-358 the volume up, and leave the locker room. bisogna assicurare la massima sinergia tra forze dell’ordine e magistratura per dare duratura efficacia all’azione deterrente nei confronti della piccola e grande criminalità; STEPHENS, RAY DELL 30 WOODFIELD, LeROY 37 20-JUN-1963 14-166 sabato 6 novembre 2004, durante la manifestazione svoltasi a Roma, alcune persone che avevano partecipato ai cortei si sono appropriate di beni di consumo con un vero e proprio blitz presso un supermercato ed una delle librerie Feltrinelli di Roma; SMITH, MARTHA JANE 18 STOKES, HERBERT GARLAND 21 02-SEP-1950 12-78 "Hamlin got it mixed up," she says. "Oh god, not again," Van Patten groans. "We have other plans." "Well, I'm trying to buy a tie for my brother and" - I pick up a loafer, then sigh - "and you're trying to give me head, figure it out. Jesus, I'm getting out of here." Christie has taken a seat on the long, wide sofa, away from Elizabeth, who stretches out lazily. (3-01810) (09 novembre 2004) "Oh god," she moans, causing the table next to ours to look over, then away. "I can't believe this." SAILER, GRACIE 18 BURKS, JIM 21 18-JUL-1910 5-197 SHAFER, CHRISTINE 47 NEWTON, JIMMY TED 47 26-FEB-1988 17-271 STUBBLEFIELD, MARY 18 McNEIL, JAKE 21 05-NOV-1921 6-463 SCOTT, ELIJAH 45 JONES, (M) FANNIE 34 C 24-NOV-1923 7-110 Heading home from working out at Xclusive, and after an intense shiatsu massage, I stop at a newsstand near my building, scanning the Adults Only rack with my Walkman still on, the soothing strains of Pachelbel's Canon somehow complementing the harshly lit, laminated photographs in the magazines I flip through. I buy Lesbian Vibrator Bitches and Cunt on Cunt along with the current Sports Illustrated and the new issue of Esquire, even though I subscribe to them and both have already arrived in the mail. I wait until the stand is empty to make my purchase. The vendor says something, motions toward his hook nose, while handing me the magazines along with my change. I lower the volume and lift one of the Walkman's earphones up and ask, "What?" He touches his nose again and in a thick, nearly impenetrable accent says, I think, "Nose uise bleding." I put my Bottega Veneta briefcase down and lift a finger up to my face. It comes away red, wet with blood I reach into my Hugo Boss overcoat and bring out a Polo handker "You look nice today," she says before leaving. I wait for something to happen. I sit in my bedroom for close to an hour. Nothing does. I get up, do the rest of the coke - a minuscule amount that's in my closet left over from a late Saturday at M.K. or Au Bar, stop at Orso for a drink before meeting Jeanette, who I called earlier, mentioning that I had two tickets to this particular musical and she didn't say anything except "I'll go" and I told her to meet me in front of the theater at ten to eight and she hung up. I tell myself while I'm sitting alone at the bar in Orso that I was going to call one of the numbers that flashed on the bottom of the screen, but then I realize that I didn't know what to say and I remember ten of the words Patty read: "I can feel her spreading hot sauce on me already." For a limited period of time I'm capable of being halfway cheerful and outgoing, so I accept Evelyn's invitation to dinner during the first week of November at Luke, a new superchic nouvelle Chinese restaurant that also serves, oddly enough, Creole cuisine. We have a good table (I reserved under Wintergreen's name - the simplest of triumphs) and I feel anchored, calm, even with Evelyn sitting across from me prattling on about a very large Fabergй egg she thought she saw at the Pierre, rolling around the lobby of its own accord or something like that. The office Halloween party was at the Royalton last week and I went as a mass murderer, complete with a sign painted on my back that read MASS MURDERER (which was decidedly lighter than the sandwich board I had constructed earlier that day that read DRILLER KILLER), and beneath those two words I had written in blood Yep, that's me and the suit was also covered with blood, some of it fake, most of it real. In one fist I clenched a hank of Victoria Bell's hai "Well, whatever," I say, standing up and grinning boyishly. "It's a beautiful animal." Killing Dog "Fuck company regulations?" he asks, nodding, smiling. che deve darsi atto dell’indiscutibile elevarsi della pressione delle forze dell’ordine sul territorio a far tempo dall’inizio di questa legislatura; "What do you mean by that?" I ask, offended. "She was a hot number." My appearances in the office the last month or so have been sporadic to say the least. All I seem to want to do now is work out, lifting weights, mostly, and secure reservations at new restaurants I've already been to, then cancel them. My apartment reeks of rotten fruit, though actually the smell is caused by what I scooped out of Christie's head and poured into a Marco glass bowl that sits on a counter near the entranceway. The head itself lies covered with brain pulp, hollow and eyeless, in the corner of the living room beneath the piano and I plan to use it as a jack-o'-lantern on Halloween. Because of the stench I decide to use Paul Owen's apartment for a little tryst I have planned for tonight. I've had the premises scanned for surveillance devices; disappointingly, there were none. Someone I talk to through my lawyer tells me that Donald Kimball, the private investigator, has heard that Owen really is in London, that someone spotted him twice in the lobby of Claridge's, once each at a tailor on Savile A questi soggetti che fanno la fila, che pagano i prodotti secondo l’euro a caro prezzo, che non arrivano a fine mese (su questo siamo tutti d’accordo e siamo sensibili alla caduta del potere d’acquisto dell’euro, avvenuta soprattutto negli ultimi tempi), vanno date delle risposte. Dinner with Secretary SPARKS, MYRTLE 20 HOLLIS, C.B. 25 04-SEP-1912 5-329 SIPES, ROSA 21 KEARNY, FRANK 21 21-JUN-1924 7-143 SMITH, PATRICIA 19 BALLARD, BILLY 23 27-APR-1979 16-375 "Don't implicate me, Patrick," she warns. "Why?" he asks. "Is it so wrong to love you, Patrick?" Hamlin and Reeves look at each other and then back at me before I start laughing, and then the two of them uneasily join in. "But the night he disappeared?" Kimball asks. "My god," Evelyn gasps. "Are you telling me I've been… trim-coordinated?" "Yes… ?" they both ask expectantly. SHELTON, MELISSA E. 68 FERGUSON, ISRAEL N. 78 25-APR-1982 16-528 "Yes, I think so," I say. "I think that's what it is. You know, if you order a bottle of Cristal it should at least be, you know, cold." "This is not a problem," he shouts. Saranno svolte per prime le interrogazioni 3-01810, 3-01827 (già 4-07640), 3-01834, 3-01837 e 3-01840 sugli incidenti causati dai cosiddetti "disobbedienti" a Roma il 6 novembre 2004. "You know," she calls out, "my ex-boyfriend Fiddler, at the party earlier tonight, he couldn't understand what I was doing there with a yuppie." SAUNDERS, MICHAEL ALAN 19 LYNN, DORIS HOPE 16 22-AUG-1987 17-237 SIMPSON, CORA 17 DONHAM, GUS 21 24-SEP-1905 4-356 While looking through the medicine cabinet I glance over at her tub, noticing how plain it is, which moves me to say, "You know, Courtney, you should really get your act together and get your tub marbleized or maybe add some Jacuzzi jets." I call out, "Can you hear me? Courtney?" "No, oh no. Multiple personalities are not schizophrenics," the woman says, shaking her head. "We are not dangerous." se non si intenda inoltre prevedere il trasferimento temporaneo degli uffici del Ministero dell’interno, ed in particolare del Dipartimento di pubblica sicurezza, presso la città di Napoli, a testimonianza di un impegno reale verso la cittadinanza. SCROGGINS, PATTIE JEAN 18 MERRILL, CHARLES BRUCE 20 19-APR-1968 15-118 "How can you be so fucking, I don't know, cool about it?" Price, to whom something really eerie has obviously happened, sounds genuinely perplexed. Rumor has it that he was in rehab. Se il collega Bobbio chiama in causa le amministrazioni locali per dire che tutti debbono fare di più, allora mi permetta di affermare che le scelte fatte in materia di politica sociale hanno penalizzato il Sud e in particolare una città come Napoli, che traeva ossigeno da quella misura che è stata prima sospesa e poi soppressa. STRAHAN, C.B. 23 HARVILLE, EUNICE 18 31-MAY-1931 8-271 C'è qui un punto che tocca la sua competenza, e cioè una verità che dobbiamo dire: le forze dell'ordine hanno perso il controllo del territorio in aree importanti della città di Napoli. L'hanno perduto. Se qualcuno controlla quelle aree non è lo Stato. Lei giustamente ha richiamato il controllo del territorio, ma come lei sa, per controllare il territorio non basta mandare la pattuglia e l'ambulanza quando il morto è per strada. Il controllo non è solo controllo fisico, ma conoscenza, anticipazione, è intelligence, altra magica parola moderna che lei ha citato. Ma l'intelligence è sapere quello che accade prima che accada: se no, la capacità di prevenzione è soltanto e del tutto occasionale, bisogna che qualcuno si trovi lì mentre i fatti si svolgono, ed è chiaro che non è possibile, se non in modo del tutto occasionale, che ciò si verifichi. "No. Uh-uh, Patricia," I tell her firmly, thinking to myself: Damnit, why this problem, why tonight? SMITH, PHEOTAS 32 BROWN, GLADYS LEE 21 C 30-DEC-1962 14-89 STUCKEY, NINA 16 KING, WILLIAM EDWARD 20 03-AUG-1973 16-3 SPEARS, WALTER EDWARD 24 CABLE, BARBARA CAROLYN 20 03-MAR-1961 13-361 STOVER, GEORGE J. 25 NEAL, HARRIALINE 21 14-APR-1950 12-38 STAGE, JAMES W. 39 BRIDWELL, MATHIE LEE 30 24-AUG-1944 10-582 "I thought you hadn't read this… this book," I stammer angrily. "You just told me you couldn't tell the difference between Bruce Boyer and… and John Wayne Gacy." "You're sweet." She rolls her eyes up. "Sweetness is… sexy… I don't know. But so is… mystery." Silence. "And I think… mystery… you're mysterious." Silence, followed by a sigh. "And you're… considerate." She realizes something, no longer scared, stares at me straight on. "And I think shy men are romantic." STRINGFELLOW, MARY 21 WEST, ASMON 23 25-AUG-1940 10-127 "Oh just kill me," he wails, his eyes closed, nodding his head back and forth, retreating further into incoherence; then he blubbers, "If I can't have you, I don't want to live. I want to die." SHURLEY, ROSA M. 25 DAVIS, J.J. 57 25-DEC-1882 1-537 SPEAKER, JIM 23 McNEAL, SARAH 29 04-SEP-1920 6-382 "Er, good question," I say, stammering. "Uh, h-hold on." STANLEY, ILENA 40 STANLEY, EVERETT JACKSON 48 31-JUL-1953 12-473 SHIELDS, JEFF 32 ROSS, ATHA MAE 18 C 15-JUN-1941 10-229 SORRELLS, WALTER T. 39 LANTHRIP, (M) MAGGIE MARIE 38 07-DEC-1962 14-68 "Why can't you leave?" I ask. "Is it so unreasonable? You've been here long enough." STOVER, LINDA ALLENE 20 MORRISON, RODNEY 19 18-AUG-1972 15-567 "What are the rules for a sweater vest?" Van Patten asks the table. SHIELD, JOHN HENRY 66 JOHNSON, (M) ALBERTA 36 C 28-MAR-1942L 10-322 Courtney, McDermott and I have just left a Morgan Stanley party that took place near the Seaport at the tip of Manhattan in a new club called Goldcard, which seemed like a vast city of its own and where I ran into Walter Rhodes, a total Canadian, whom I haven't seen since Exeter and who also, like McDermott, reeked of Xeryus, and I actually told him, "Listen, I'm trying to stay away from people. I'm avoiding even speaking to them," and then I asked to be excused. Only slightly stunned, Walter said, "Uh, sure, I, um, understand." I'm wearing a six-button double-breasted wool-crepe tuxedo with pleated trousers and a silk grosgrain bow tie, all by Valentino. Luis Carruthers is in Atlanta for the week. I did a line of coke with Herbert Gittes at Goldcard and before McDermott hailed this cab to head for Nell's I took a Halcion to get rid of the edge from the cocaine, but it hasn't sunk in yet. Courtney seems attracted to McDermott and since her Chembank card wasn't functioning tonight, at least not at the automate l'interrogante chiede di sapere: "Oh shit, don't ask Bateman," Van Patten moans, waving a gold Cross pen in front of his face, absently sipping from the martini glass. "Listen, like I said, I was just hired by Meredith." He sighs, closing his book. "Who?" A flash of panic. "Luis?" I spent most of the afternoon buying myself early Christmas presents - a large pair of scissors at a drugstore near City Hall, a letter opener from Hammacher Schlemmer, a cheese knife from Bloomingdale's to go along with the cheese board that Jean, my secretary who's in love with me, left on my desk before she went to lunch while I was in a meeting. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about the possibility of nuclear war, and according to the panel of experts the odds are pretty good it will happen sometime within the next month. Evelyn's face seems chalky to me right now, her mouth lined with a purple lipstick that gives off an almost startling effect, and I realize that she's belatedly taken Tim Price's advice to stop using her tanning lotion. Instead of mentioning this and have her bore me silly with inane denials, I ask about Tim's girlfriend, Meredith, whom Evelyn despises for reasons never made quite clear to me. And because of rumors about Courtney and myself, Courtney's also on Evelyn's shit list, We both laugh for no reason and she leans into me, then realizes something and pulls back.