GE 1996-7 Season 3 Episode 9: Paulitorial
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
PAUL: We writers have a strange
camaraderie among ourselves,
and we have strange
relationships with the rest of
the world.
Editors, publishers, dust
jacket photographers, lawyers,
agents, therapists,
counsellors, and probation
officers. But perhaps the
roughest alliance with any
“other” is the one we share
with our muse.
The muse does not respond to
reason, nor to emotion. She
brooks no tantrum, no silence
draws her forth from neath her
shroud. The muse is
peripatetic, her stop at your
address is unscheduled.
My muse once worked overtime.
It was Los Angeles. 197X.
SFX: RUFFLES MANUSCRIPT
Over 1400 pages later, she
deserted me. However, she
left me with this, “Working
Title: ‘The Acoustic
Typewriter’”, the unpublished
manuscript.
I thought I’d lost it - in
more ways than one - but
thanks to Canada’s new madame
of Hollywood, the Rt. Hon. Kim
Campbell, I have the original
right here.
“Chapter One - The Dawn
Blades of light slice my eyes,
grappling hooks of percolating
coffee board by ears, knitting
needles of frying bacon pierce
my nostrils, a nail bed
caresses my back - where’d I
put that bag ? Oh, here it
is.
Los Angeles, the city of
angles. Obtuse, scalene,
right, wrong.
Angles I know. I’m a
geographer. A geographer must
know angles.
But I’ve always had trouble
with right and wrong.
That’s why I’m here.”
So ends page one. Hmm.
That’s not bad ... I like it.