I dreamed I was the Berlin Wall, separating the independent clauses of
East and West Germany. But suddenly the clauses joined
together. I woke myself up.
Later that night, I dreamed I had a crush on a man who "speaks like a
president, not always authoritative or anything but he can form
sentences, complex sentences with beginnings and ends, subordinate
clauses--you can HEAR his semicolons!" Upon waking up, I realized
this man was a character in
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
by Dave Eggers. Up to that point, I had always agreed with Roger
E. Axtell that "You can't say a comma or a semicolon unless you are
Victor Borge."
