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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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I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.~F. Scott FitzgeraldSource: The Great Gatsby
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