Thursday, December 04, 2003

A small detail of something distressing. "When I asked Daddy what he wanted for his birthday, he said, 'Another birthday.' Instead, I bought him a few books, though I felt it was a bit presumptuous to choose him a book, when he'd been guiding me towards books all my life. One goes on needing a book right up to death -- it's almost inevitable that every keen reader in the world will die in the middle of one, pages left unturned." -- Lucy Ellmann, Sweet Desserts.
[Sweet Desserts, by Lucy Ellmann, Virago Press, 1988. Often playful and true (& on grim subjects), sometimes playful and false. There is a man who strains his "every neutrino" to complete a crossword.]

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