Truer word was never spoken

C’mon, I said to her, say one word that kills you like this one: nostrils. It’s awful spelling it like sending the whole word link after link down ground: n-o es tee-rils. Imagine trying to find out it’s sense in german when you ain’t no dictionary at your fingertips. Or ye have one written in English. Nostrils, what is it? So on the internet you find this phrase about your skin growing over the nostril piercing. Which makes you picture yourself being reflected in a mirror in the morning. Brushing your teeth and all. And you realize your nostrils getting smaller and smaller until you’re unable to goddamn breath. There’re stories, especially detective stories you can find this nostrils in. All the time swelling or blooding or stuff like this. You involuntary ask yourself what the writer aims to describe by that. Nostrils aren’t visible. They are like - I mean - kind of intestinal appendix you can’t even see it. You have to pitch your head backwards looking over the edge of your eyelids through the mirror like a goddamned chameleon to even see it. Your nostrils I mean. Nostrils shouldn’t show off in a book. They’re not descriptive I mean. Hell what a hypothetical construct it is, nostrils that grow locking your nose like the shutter of a camera. Sometimes I say things like that. I know it’s phony. Sounds masterminded and all but in the first row it’s phony. Especially when you’re talking to a child. I mean, old Phoebe is much more clever than a child. She’s quite wise for her age I mean. She kills you talking bout theater and that stuff or philosophy. But anyway it sounds phony talking about nostrils to a child at four o clock in the night. I said I was a moron. But this nostrils inside books I’m afraid of …