The Eight Sentences
Then back into the phone, Hixon asked, “So how’s Sweet Melinda?”
Dillon shouted, “The peasants call her the goddess of gloom.”
“Give her my love and tell her that the last time we were together, she left me howling at the moon.”
Thibaut could hear a deep raspy cough come from the phone. It sounded like the last gasp of a dying soul with chronic lung disease.
Hixon was about to end the conversation; he could see Betty Lou coming toward them with her arms loaded with plates and saucers balancing their breakfast better than the guy on Ed Sullivan spinning plates, “So you think you can fix us up?”
“Yes, I think it can be easily done. Out on Highway sixty-one,” and Dillon disconnected.
The Set Up
Another scene from The Tourist Killer.
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This is the end of a telephone conversation between John Hixon and his old hippie friend, Robert Dillon. After spending a week in the desert with Carlos Casteneda back in the sixties, Dillion began speaking using only lyrics from Bob Dylan songs.
Hixon humored him and often joined the banter with Dylan lyrics, also.
Lyrics featured in this snippett come from "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" and "Highway Sixty-one."
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