I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight, Bob Dylan

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What sort of heating arrangement does Protagonist have? (267)
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Nelson Algren, not Sartre, gave Simone de Beauvoir her first orgasm. (268)
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The interminable recitations on the part of the dying in the Iliad, even as they are being literally disemboweled. (269)
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Then again Reader has also loved opera. (270)
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Walter Benjamin committed suicide at the border between France and Spain in 1940.
Fleeing the Nazis, he had been turned back by Spanish authorities. (271)
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Alfred Thayer Mahan. Sir Edward S. Creasy. (272)
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After fasting to a point of starvation, Gogol died in a religious delirium. 
And after having burned the only manuscript of part two of Dead Souls. (273)
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The ladder! Quick! Pass me the ladder! (274)
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Among the many adaptations of Gogol’s story Viy is a Russian video game.

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Mary Skinner,
a slight girl and timid,
a faint for a snake,
wanted to drink milk forever.
But was forced through openings
everyday of tenth grade. 

Aluminum lonely,
the thinnest emptiness,
holding herself in bathrooms,
Mary hated divorce,
smiled for candy–
bacon smoke in her clothes.

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Reminds me of… Caveat to Aspiring Immortals 9

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Rabelais: As for you, little envious Prigs, snarling, bastard, puny Critics, you’ll soon have railed your last: Go hang yourselves. (258)
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A one-legged woman, in a conspicuously short skirt, manipulating swiftly on crutches along a crowded street.
Why does Reader still recall having noticed her, quite some few years ago now in fact, and even somewhat distantly? (259)
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On the actual night before her wedding, Edith Wharton had no idea of the facts of life. (260)
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go. (261)
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There is no mention of Ockham’s Razor in anything Ockham ever wrote. (262)
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Protagonist walking the beach, probably every day, at water’s edge.
Oddly, Reader for the moment viewing him particularly in harsh weather, huddled against winds.
Snow in patches. (263)
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Wittgenstein was cited for bravery three times during World War I.
Fighting against the Allies. (264)
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Goat song. (265)

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’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

By Lewis Carroll

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All The Girls In NY

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Maxine’s body fought a war
with her clothing.
Her breasts shook 
to upset their carriage,
hips spread 
to unstitch her jeans. 
We watched day after day
the weakening hems, 
praying for the body,
the body, the body…
It was against reason,
but seemed so possible,
a loud tear, a sudden victory, 
her clothes unseamed,
their border overrun.

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