Old lady: And is that all of the story? Is there not to be what we called in my youth a wow at the end?
Ah, Madame, it is years since I added the wow to the end of a story. Are you sure you are unhappy if the wow is omitted?
Old lady: Frankly, sir, I prefer the wow.
Then, Madame, I will not withhold it. The last time I saw the two they were sitting on the terrace of the Café des Deux Magots, wearing well-tailored clothes, looking clean cut as ever, except that the younger of the two, the one who had said he would kill himself rather than go back in that room, had had his hair hennaed.
Old lady: This seems to me a very feeble wow.
Кафэ «У двух макак». Хорошее название.
В те дни уже и Фима Собак знала слово гомосексуализм. Что ж говорить про Хэма! Любил со вкусом коснуцца сей материи.