"The Spirit the Triumph."
"Do you remember learning to tie your shoes, astonishing,
the loops you had to make, the delicate adjustments,
the tightening, pulling through, impossible.
The things we learn.
Getting your-- putting a bridle on a horse when he's head shy.
Getting your hands under a girl's sweater,
no wonder we are the crown of all that exists we
can do anything.
How we climb chimneys, how we put one foot on the gas, one
on the clutch and make the car go.
Nothing too difficult, nothing.
Crutches, artificial arms, have you seen that?
How they pick their cups up and use razors?
Amazing, and the wives shine it for them.
At night they're sleeping, the wives take it out of the room
and polish it with its own special rag, it's late.
They hold it against their bellies.
The leather laces dangle into their laps,
the mechanisms slip noiselessly, lowering the hook softly
onto their breasts.
We men aren't we something?
I mean, we're worth thinking about, aren't we?
We are the end, we are the living end.