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.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Westminster Village
1705 Woodland Road

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

7:28 AM  

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