A Very Long Paragraph: From The Dog Who Knew Too Much (In Progress)
A guy named Guy? That rang a faint bell. I waited for it to ring louder, and while I was waiting, the guy named Guy – one of those very blond dudes, hair almost white, but with dark eyes that really stood out in all that paleness – said something like, “You giving the orders now, babe?” And if not exactly that, then pretty close, but what came through the clearest was the tone. One thing about human speech – and sometimes I think there’s a bit too much of it, no offense, and besides that wasn’t the one thing I was heading toward, which was about the fact that human speech has two parts happening at the same time. One is the words, often hard to understand – maybe even by humans, but that’s just a thought I once had, back when Bernie and Leda were going through the divorce. That was the only time I saw Bernie cry, not when Charlie’s stuff was getting packed up, but after, when it was just me and Bernie alone in the house. Never mind that; what I was getting to was that other part of human speech, the part that’s always a snap to understand: the tone. The tone’s a dead giveaway, dead giveaway being one of Bernie expressions I really like. He has a bunch, which maybe I can go into later. But right now it was all about the tone of speech of the guy named Guy: nasty. I like just about every human I’ve ever rubbed up against – even the perps and gangbangers – except for the nasty-sounding types. This Guy guy was showing signs of being the nasty-sounding type.
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