Kaboom

Really she was some kind of cow. There is no difference between the carcass of a rich but spent woman in a fur coat and that of an ox, for example. Oh the movie was dreadful, just dreadful. The one that just ended? Don't get smart with me young man. The foreign one? Yes, yes of course. Well, I am sooooo sorry. You did finish the film? Right, unfortunately, half way through is sort of the high water mark for refunds, if you know what I mean. God! That shrillness! To just lose control and shake your jowls over six fifty and some trash that was over your head. It must be cathartic. Oh, that shrillness! I had a migraine once, walking through the desert, squealed like that. Helpless. In war films when the grenade or whatever explodes near the soldier and there it comes, that squeal, that pestulant static that drowns all the other stuff.