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I asked, "Are there any questions?"
And a voice replied:
"What does it mean when you suddenly want to read only books translated into English from Serbo-Croatian?
"What does it mean when you start compiling a dictionary of one-letter words?
"What does it mean when you open a book at random to the first page of
a chapter entitled "Venturing Out"? And what if you then
deliberately throw it aside?
"What does it mean when you watch infomercials at 3 a.m.-- on a regular basis?
"What does it mean when three people in as many days ask if they can touch your hair?
"What does it mean when you decide not to put question marks inside the
quotation marks unless the quotation is a question? And what if
that was already the rule?
"What does it mean when you suck on one 'Sour Hearts' candy after another, all day long?
"What does it mean when all of the above applies to just one person?"
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Saint Piccione
Patron of Unexplained Phenomena.
"How puzzling!" was Saint Piccione's reply to virtually any
statement. He never sought to understand mysterious phenomena
(hence his peccadillo of carrying a Bible but never reading it).
There are many unexplained aspects of his own biography. For
example, he possessed such a curious homing sense that he was
affectionately called "the pigeon" by those close to him. When
his detractors accused him of "vague and irresponsible theories
about God, heaven, the stars, and the supernatural," his answer
surprised no one: "How perplexing!" Indeed, there is little
evidence of any theorizing at all. "You ask me to explain the
problem of evil," he once told a follower, "but I might well wonder
aloud about other mysteries, such as where the sun disappears at night."
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I dreamed I became enamored over Eric Schlosser, who whispered in my
ear, "I care about every semicolon, every word, and every comma," just
as he said in THE NEW JOURNALISM by Robert Boyynton.
Then I dreamed about "Henry James' dictum that the true measure of
civility was the proper use of the semicolon," as noted in BORGES: THE
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Life with you has been a barren wasteland. I’ve been burned too
many times on the shifting sands of this desolate desert. Now
bite the dust and take a powder.
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I dreamed again that I was a period. This dream took me beyond
the realm of punctuation. I was a period of history. But I
was the Stone Age. No one was literate. I woke up tired.
During a nap later in the day, I dreamed of a man named Franco Gull,
sprawled on a sofa, whose "lips produced a pained semicolon" as he
considered "some very serious issues," just as in THERAPY by Jonathan
Kellerman.
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