Saturday, April 05, 2008


A large parcel arrived the other day, ostensibly for the next assignment on samizdat. The irony is that the book in question, Against Happiness, is minute. This swell of possibility has bred paralysis. That ceased this a.m. I will depict that later. I walked to the library's book sale and bought to Troyat bios from that eccentric family Great: Peter and Catherine.


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