will ask only: Did you love
while you were alive? For that is the essence of life: the ability to love, not the name
we carry around on our passport, business card, and identity card. The great mystics
changed their names, and sometimes aban- doned them altogether. When John the Baptist was
asked who he was, he said only: I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness. When Jesus found the man on
whom he would build his church, he ignored the fact that the man in question had spent his
entire life answering to the name of Simon and called him Peter. When Moses asked God his
name, back came the reply: I am who I am.
Perhaps he should look for another victim, one named victim was enough: Olivia. At this
precise moment, however, he feels that he cannot turn back, but he decides that he will
not ask the name of the next world he destroys. He cant turn back because he wants to do
justice to the poor, vulnerable girl on the bench by the beachsuch a sweet, easy victim.
This new challengethis sweaty, pseudo-ath- letic, henna-haired man with the bored
expression and who is clearly someone very powerfulis much more difficult. The two men in
suits are not just assistants; he notices that every now and then, they look around the
tent, watching everything thats going on nearby. If he is to be worthy of Ewa and fair to
Olivia, he must be brave.
He leaves the straw in the pineapple juice. People are beginning to arrive. He has to wait
for the place to fill up, but not too long. He hadnt planned to destroy a world in broad
daylight, in the middle of the Boulevard in Cannes, and he doesnt know exactly how to
carry out this next project. Something tells him, though, that he has chosen the perfect
place.
His thoughts are no longer with the poor young woman at the beach; adrenaline is filling
his blood, his heart is beating faster, hes excited and happy.
Javits Wild wouldnt be wasting his time here just to get a free meal at one of the
thousands of parties to which he must be invited every year. He must be here for some
specific reason or to meet a particular person. That reason or person would doubtless be
Igors best alibi.
The Winnder Stands Alone
12:26
PM
Javits watches the other guests arriving. The place is getting crowded, and he thinks what
he always thinks:
What am I doing here? I dont need this. In fact, I need very little from anyoneI have all
I want. Im a big name in the movie world, I can have any woman I desire, even though I
dress badly. In fact, I make a point of being badly dressed. Long gone are the days when I
had only one suit, and, on the rare occasions when I received an invita- tion from the
Superclass (after much crawling, begging, and making promises), I would prepare myself for
a lunch like this as if it were the most important occasion of my life. Now I know that
the only thing that changes are the cities these lunches are held in; otherwise, its all
utterly boring and predictable.
People will come up to me and tell me they adore my work. Others will call me a hero and
thank me for giving movie mavericks a chance. Pretty, intelligent women, who are not taken
in by appearances, will notice the people gathering round my table and ask the waiter who
I am and immediately find some way of approaching me, certain that the only thing Im
interested in is sex. Every single one of them has some favor to ask of me. Thats why they
praise and flatter me and offer me what they think I need. But all I want is to be left
alone.
Ive been to thousands of parties like this, and Im not here in this tent for any
particular reason, except that I cant sleep, even though I flew to France in my private jet, a technological marvel capable of flying at an
altitude of over thirty-six thousand feet from California all the way to Cannes without
having to make a refueling stop. I changed the original configuration
while you were alive? For that is the essence of life: the ability to love, not the name
we carry around on our passport, business card, and identity card. The great mystics
changed their names, and sometimes aban- doned them altogether. When John the Baptist was
asked who he was, he said only: I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness. When Jesus found the man on
whom he would build his church, he ignored the fact that the man in question had spent his
entire life answering to the name of Simon and called him Peter. When Moses asked God his
name, back came the reply: I am who I am.
Perhaps he should look for another victim, one named victim was enough: Olivia. At this
precise moment, however, he feels that he cannot turn back, but he decides that he will
not ask the name of the next world he destroys. He cant turn back because he wants to do
justice to the poor, vulnerable girl on the bench by the beachsuch a sweet, easy victim.
This new challengethis sweaty, pseudo-ath- letic, henna-haired man with the bored
expression and who is clearly someone very powerfulis much more difficult. The two men in
suits are not just assistants; he notices that every now and then, they look around the
tent, watching everything thats going on nearby. If he is to be worthy of Ewa and fair to
Olivia, he must be brave.
He leaves the straw in the pineapple juice. People are beginning to arrive. He has to wait
for the place to fill up, but not too long. He hadnt planned to destroy a world in broad
daylight, in the middle of the Boulevard in Cannes, and he doesnt know exactly how to
carry out this next project. Something tells him, though, that he has chosen the perfect
place.
His thoughts are no longer with the poor young woman at the beach; adrenaline is filling
his blood, his heart is beating faster, hes excited and happy.
Javits Wild wouldnt be wasting his time here just to get a free meal at one of the
thousands of parties to which he must be invited every year. He must be here for some
specific reason or to meet a particular person. That reason or person would doubtless be
Igors best alibi.
The Winnder Stands Alone
12:26
PM
Javits watches the other guests arriving. The place is getting crowded, and he thinks what
he always thinks:
What am I doing here? I dont need this. In fact, I need very little from anyoneI have all
I want. Im a big name in the movie world, I can have any woman I desire, even though I
dress badly. In fact, I make a point of being badly dressed. Long gone are the days when I
had only one suit, and, on the rare occasions when I received an invita- tion from the
Superclass (after much crawling, begging, and making promises), I would prepare myself for
a lunch like this as if it were the most important occasion of my life. Now I know that
the only thing that changes are the cities these lunches are held in; otherwise, its all
utterly boring and predictable.
People will come up to me and tell me they adore my work. Others will call me a hero and
thank me for giving movie mavericks a chance. Pretty, intelligent women, who are not taken
in by appearances, will notice the people gathering round my table and ask the waiter who
I am and immediately find some way of approaching me, certain that the only thing Im
interested in is sex. Every single one of them has some favor to ask of me. Thats why they
praise and flatter me and offer me what they think I need. But all I want is to be left
alone.
Ive been to thousands of parties like this, and Im not here in this tent for any
particular reason, except that I cant sleep, even though I flew to France in my private jet, a technological marvel capable of flying at an
altitude of over thirty-six thousand feet from California all the way to Cannes without
having to make a refueling stop. I changed the original configuration
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