OK.
Well that's unfortunately the end of your part.
And I shall now read a few sections
from a book called The Beauty of The Husband.
A fictional essay in 29 tangos.
This is an essay tells the story of a marriage.
It's also a little bit about Keats and Keats' idea
that beauty is truth as he said.
And it contains two characters, a husband
who is called the husband and a wife who is called the wife.
There's also a friend of the husband and wife named Raymond.
I'm not sure if he comes in this part.
They call him Ray.
The husband is somebody who's interested in games
of all kinds, especially war games.
And each of these tangos has a somewhat lengthy title.
So the first thing you hear is the title.
"Tango seven: But to honor truth which is smooth,
divine, and lives among the gods we must with Plato dance
lying which lives down below amid the mass of men
both tragic and rough."
"All myth is an enriched pattern,
a two-faced proposition allowing its operator to say one thing
and mean another to lead a double life.
Hence the notion found early in ancient thought
that all poets are liars.
And from the true lies of poetry trickled
out a question, what really connects words and things?
Not much decided my husband and proceeded
to use language in the way that Homer says the gods do.
All human words are known to the gods
but have for them entirely other meanings
alongside our meanings.
Gods flip the switch at will.
My husband lied about everything.
Money, meetings, mistresses, the birthplace of his parents,
the store where he bought shirts,
the spelling of his own name.
He lied when it was not necessary to lie,
he lied when it wasn't even convenient,
he lied when he knew they knew he was lying,
he lied when it broke their hearts, my heart, her heart.
I often wonder what happened to her, the first one.
There is something pure edged and burning
about the first infidelity in a marriage.
Taxis back and forth, tears, cracks
in the wall where it gets hit, lights on late at night.
I cannot live without her, her this word that explodes.
Lights still on in the morning."