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Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet."
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze? Why are you hiding, darling? (I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze, I cannot get out, said the starling).
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze? What make is the magic carpet? Is a Cream Cougar the present craze? And where are you parked, my car pet?
Who is your hero, Dolores Haze? Still one of those blue-caped star-men? Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays, And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!
Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts! Are you still dancin', darlin'? (Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts, And I, in my corner, snarlin').
Happy, happy is gnarled McFate Touring the States with a child wife, Plowing his Molly in every State Among the protected wild life.
My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair, And never closed when I kissed her. Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert? Are you from Paris, mister?
L'autre soir un air froid d'opиra m'alita: Son fиlи--bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le dиcor s'иcroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?
Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.
Officer, officer, there they go-- In the rain, where that lighted store is! And her socks are white, and I love her so, And her name is Haze, Dolores.
Officer, officer, there they are-- Dolores Haze and her lover! Whip out your gun and follow that car. Now tumble out, and take cover.
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Her dream-gray gaze never flinches. Ninety pounds is all she weighs With a height of sixty inches.
My car is limping, Dolores Haze, And the last long lap is the hardest, And I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust.
_________________ В общем, в работе археолога самое главное — постоянно и много пить. Если ты пьешь много, и до сих пор не помер, значит, ты здоров, как орангутанг, и можешь копать землю. Е. Боушев. Сердце капитана.
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