some Writers' fragments

The story of the tailor   *

An Englishman, needing a pair of striped trousers in a hurry for the New Year festivities, goes to his tailor who takes his measurements...

- ( tailor's voice ) : That's the lot ! Come back in four days, I'll have it ready.
- ( customer's voice ) : Good. Four days later.

Four days later :

- So sorry, come back in a week, I've made a mess of the seat...
- Good...that's all right, a neat seat can be very ticklish. A week later...
...
- Frightfully sorry, come back in ten days. I've made a hash of the crotch.
- Good...can't be helped, a snug crotch is always a teaser. Ten days later...
...
- Dreadfully sorry, come back in a fortnight. I've made balls of the fly.
- Good...at a pinch, a smart fly is a stiff proposition...

( "I never told it worse ! I tell this story worse and worse...Well to make it
short, the bluebells are blowing and he ballockses the buttonholes"... )

- God dame you to hell, Sir, no, it's indecent, there are limits. In six, six days, - do you hear me,  - six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD...And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months.
- But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look ... at the world ; and look - at my trousers !

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*   Nagg's story of the tailor, from Samuel Beckett' s "Endgame"