
Who can answer the central conceit of this novel!?
What would we give for a genius response. Larkin, cast aside your damn Melville and get on it.
I'm not quite sure what this is, yet. Right now, maybe just a place to say to all of you en masse the random thoughts you know I'd be blurting out if you were next to me when I thought them. How's that for a start?
I'm not quite sure what this is, yet. Right now, maybe just a place to say to all of you en masse the random thoughts you know I'd be blurting out if you were next to me when I thought them. How's that for a start?