Last Night I was reading one of my favorite books, Without Feathers from Woody Allen. Tons of funny short stories written identical to his movies. A good read before you sleep.
I read the stories as if his voice is the narration like Deconstructing Harry or Annie Hall. Last night, before I counted my sheep, I read a few chapters from Without Feathers and came across a short story I wanted to share.
And it came to pass that a man who sold shirts was smitten by hard times. Neither did any of his merchandise move nor did he prosper. And he prayed and said, “Lord, why hast thou left me to suffer thus? All mine enemies sell their goods except I. And it’s the height of the season. My shirts are good shirts. Take a look at this rayon. I got button-downs, flared collars, nothing sells. Yet I have kept the commandments. Why can I not earn a living while my younger brother cleans up in the children’s ready-to-wear?”
And the Lord heard the man and said, “About thy shirts.. . “
“Yes, Lord,” the man said, falling to his knees.
“Put an alligator over the pocket.”
“Pardon me, Lord”
“Just do what I’m telling you. You won’t be sorry.”
And the man sewed on to all his shirts a small alligator symbol and lo and behold, suddenly his merchandise moved like gangbusters, and there was much rejoicing while amongst his enemies there was wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Without Feathers "The Scrolls"
by Woody Allen
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