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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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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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