it seems suddenly disorienting and disheartening, to paste a response
on the list, immediately to persist with the relevance of a relevant
topic, when the context includes (a few key-stabs away) news of the death
of John Forbes. This is so equably efficient a medium, a note is a note,
no digital discrimination, and even bears terrible sadness which must be
conveyed obligingly, no sympathetic calligraphy or other eminently visible
products of considerate effort. He was a heartening, generous and
talented man.
No -C-ynic would doze off at the front cover; Diogenes lived in the city
he hated (masturbated in its streets, harangued its worthies) just as when
wholly unprepared to indulge optimism, you can read a book thoroughly and
emerge with a related but distinguishable contempt for its cover intact.
What kind of cheerful passivity would insinuate a responsible alternative?
"The poetry's good, so who cares?"? We can have a conversation about BM's
poetry, sure. Still, the cover's despicable trash.
The remarks about being bigger than the other guy's, I don't understand.
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