Sunday

Today's Vista


Although I think I fully grasped Swift, reading Eagleton I am once again in a land of its weaker installment; there are giant clever horses everywhere.

So I'll zip my gob up.

Maybe a thing of note would be how this protracted and public dialogue was held not only while I was yet nothing or an infant - but how it is still imagined being held with none participating except a few, at least half of whom are utmost fools. A bit presumptuous even for cultural theorists..

Begone to papers, oh ye exclusive peepers! Join the local bookclub or just laugh it off with your waiters..

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