Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Trading Punches

There isn't much to report since the last post. More of the Hamilton, awash now in repetition, giving some authority to the dismissive. I remain hooked. I have pondered Orwell's Aspidistras and his mumbling bookseller. The latest chapters have yielded further tenebrous banks of isolation suddenly pierced by the attentions of unabashed agent of exploitation.

There is a sniff of isolation on the samizdat front, as well, as ice reigns and several folks have declined their chance to select.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Carolyn
Duke
Westminster Village
1705 Woodland Road
Me

Doesn't leave much time for anything else; sorry.

7:28 AM  

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