two men are sitting across from me. One of them is reading Kurt Vonnegut’s “Slaughterhouse Five”. The other is reading “The French Revolution” by Mr. Doyle.
I like to ask people what they’re reading. I am always curious to see how people feed their brains.
Of course, the question arises: do people read one thing at a cafe and another at home, where no one is looking?
Hm. I do know that my computer will probably stop working any second now, and I just wanted to say that I have been taking a ride on an airship with Thomas Pynchon, and I am most pleased. Most, most pleased.
Indubitably, this text is most delightful.