Monday, 20 August 2007

That Feeling Than Which No Greater Can Be Conceived

The liquor store is emptier than usual.  Scott expects the typical level of casual banter with Pete (cousin of benevolent Mike), the store's new part-owner.

Pete: The usual for you tonight partner?

Scott: You know the drill: kill the liver, heal the mind.

Pete: Tough week?

Scott: You could say that.  Writing and writing and writing and every word of it crap. 

Pete: I've always wondered, what exactly is it you're always writing?

Scott: (his mind a blank)  It's a ...

Pete: You write it all the time and you can't remember?

Scott: Quiet!  I want to cherish this moment. 

Pete: What do you mean?

Scott: I can't remember.  I'm unencumbered.  Frame this moment: I'm free.

Pete: ... ?

Aug 20, 2007 7:12:00 AM | Academia, Dissertation, Mark Twain

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Adam Roberts

The Joker has freed your mind.

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