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Literature isn't a moral beauty contest.
Its power arises from the authority and audacity
with which the impersonation is pulled off.
© Oliverio One of the bespectacled gentlemen looked at me and said: You're reading the PARIS REVIEW on the Catalina Express. You must be a very lonely person. It behooved me to buy him a drink. He told me he taught Comparative Literature at Rutgers University in New Jersey. I told him I had a Masters Degree from the University of Literary Pretension. Thankfully, that ended the conversation. My next Catalina page is here. |
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