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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Reading Assignment (Qualified)

I am reading Ian Watt, and I've got a frantic email in my mind:"Skip everything after the second paragraph on page 373! Turn the page quickly! It will give away the plot!"
I turn to the page to mark it, and my eyes skip over it like a furtive forty-niner's, picking out the sparkling italics -- (Clarissa), (Tom Jones) -- and pretending I'm not looking. You see, I'm only trying (dies) to figure out which is the second paragraph (1640) because according to the email (Clarissa) that is a Very Important Paragraph which it would be irresponsible of us to skip.
Occasionally the ridiculousness, the clownishly haphazard quality, of our mission tickles me. We are picking leather-bound Truths out of all history with the fuzzy-minded serendipity with which I sneak words (dies) out of the forbidden paragraphs, and without half so much eagerness.

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