‘What? Did I write that?’ I think it’s best that you clean it out so that you can write the new thing. It’s like a new beginning ...”
For a moment Bukowski moves sinuously in the garden chair. Then he reaches for his straw hat, which protects him against the California sun, and tilts it at an obtuse angle almost covering his eyes.
“That’s it?” he asks.
“I wonder how often I will let you say ‘that’s it’ before I say ‘yes.’”
“Yeah, I wonder too ...,” Bukowski laughs good-humoredly: “What now? Hemingway?”
“Not yet. He is my last resort. If I can’t think of anything else.”
“Well,” Bukowski says, “there we have something really great to look forward to.”
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