“Life is as stuffed with episodes as a mattress is with horsehair, but a poet (according to Aristotle) is not an upholsterer and must remove all stuffing from his story, even though real life consists of nothing but precisely such stuffing.” — Milan Kundera, Immortality (trans. Kussi)
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Tetman, I’m starting to get the impression, by attrition mind you, that you are very bitter about something. Could that something be that you thought by parroting the biggest thought a University had to offer you would therefore be loved? I no longer want to make fun of you, I feel ashamed if I have in the past. You are a very serious case of thinking that intellectuality actually has something to offer to a human being seeking the truth of life. I’m going to cut this short because I think you know what I’m writing and I really have this bad mojo which must send those who are close to the edge over the edge. Or, of course, so I think. I don’t know why I feel compelled to pick on you, but I do, Perhaps you have some sort of insight on that. I left my e-mail. I am now going by George, in order to eventually introduce the character George. I think he works. In the real-world, you have some how attracted my attention. What-up, dude?
Jeff is using your name at Betsy’s place, I see. I do wish he’d regulate his meds.
Hi, Averil, and thanks for the heads-up. I just took a quick run-through by Betsy’s before I came here and I saw that my name had been taken in vain.
A niggardly deed. (To say the least.)
Also, weirdly skeevish to see his angry incoherence under your name. I read it before my morning coffee and thought I’d awakened in a new dimension.
Jeff, I’m approving your comment–yes, no one gets here without my approval–because you are a real person with something to say. And I will say this: be who you are. Don’t hide behind the names of others.
He’s dropped by here now, too, going under the name of George.