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So Long, Duke

Posted on February 21, 2005April 25, 2022 by KZ

I’ve always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I suspect it’s a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. Old whores don’t do much giggling. Nothing is fun when you have to do it–over & over, again & again–or else you’ll be evicted, and that gets old. So it’s a rare…

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Thoughts of a Closet Philistine

Posted on September 6, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

This weekend, while eating lunch at a Taco Bell, a stranger approached me when he noticed my copy of Don Quixote resting on the table. It was his favorite book, he told me, and he dutifully reads it once a year. I was tempted to ask him if he also enjoyed BDSM and cutting himself,…

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Commenting on a Classic

Posted on April 2, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Damn, what is up with Cervantes? I admit Don Quixote is a clever book (judging by what I’ve read so far), but it’s a little too dark to be funny to me. I know, there’s such a thing as a dark comedy, but the subject matter kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth….

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Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway. Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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