No worries. The hostility was misplaced. Life was a bit rough yesterday and perhaps I lashed out a little on this blog space. My apologies.
Discussion is what this place is all about.
And thus, in the midst of all these items to discuss (which we should get around to at some point), I would like to submit the following to the pot.
"Whenever I put the headset on now," he'd continued, "I really do understand what I find there. When these kids sang about 'She loves you,' yeah well, you know, she does, she's any number of people, all over the world, back through time, different colors, sizes, ages, shapes, distances from death, but she loves. And the 'you' is everybody. And herself. Oedipa, the human voice, you know, it's a flipping miracle."
This is from Thomas Pynchon's "The Crying of Lot 49." I bring to the floor, "She loves you," as a possible truth.
Marc
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