Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Every morning, Nikolai seized Nixon's mug and took a sip of his coffee. The mug said, "It's not easy being me, but somebody's got to do it."

On those rare occasions when Nikolai was absent, Nixon poured a little coffee out on the ground, for Nikolai. "L'chaim," he muttered.

When Nixon imagined what the office would be like after he left, he actually imagined the office without Nikolai. Which did not make a lot of sense. Nikolai quizzed Nixon about this.

"The watertowers are imitating Monet's haystacks," said Nixon.

"Don't be specific with me," threatened Nikolai.

"The snow makes it look as if the city's lit from underneath," said Nixon.

"For love of Elijah," swore Nikolai.