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The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life
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hooker
thompson
waitress
hunter
loathing
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Hunter S. Thompson |
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She was willing a little bit of sweated labour, incapable of betraying the slogan of her slavers, that since the customer or sucker was paying for his gutrot ten times what it cost to produce and five times what it cost to fling in his face, it was only reasonable to defer to his complaints up to but not exceeding fifty per cent of his exploitation.
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waitress
labor
restaurants
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Samuel Beckett |
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He began to prefer talking on the phone to actually getting together with someone, preferred the bodilessness of it, and started to turn down social engagements. He didn't want to actually sit across from someone in a restaurant, look at their face, and eat food. He wanted to turn away, not deal with the face, have the waitress bring them two tin cans and some string so they could just converse, in a faceless dialogue.
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tin-can
waitress
like-life
lorrie-moore
restaurant
dialogue
introvert
conversations
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Lorrie Moore |