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Anleja, I can't leave a lover of lit hanging. So here's a tiny lil bit from my all-time favorite novel:
"I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair. This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat, insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately received.
I am in here."
Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace, pp. 3.
T. C. Boyle ain't half bad. Lovecraft's pretty great, too. More lierature-based threads, please....
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