1 May 2008
John M. J.
Dear Hugh,
I appreciate your dilemma but some choices are easy:
Always Pasta. Always olive oil. Always Buster Keaton. Always Bix Beiderbecke. Always Cambridge. Always Benchley. Always the Libertine. Always the Crossword. Always Burgundy.
There, I have reduced your state of indecision by the exercise of my innate good taste. No need to thank me, I live to be of service.
Yours sincerely,
John,
Always the fool.1 May 2008
reactionry
Devil Ex Machina
Or: Feats of Clay
Browning or revolver or safety catch? Kasparov or Karpov or the devil in the Deep Blue*?
From The Love Song of Long John Silver: Decisions or revisions or friggin' in the riggin'? Truth or Dare or Consequences? Peach or lime or scurvy? Tariq "C*ck Disease" Aziz or "Clay Oven" Aziz or Drowned Phoenician Sailor?
*IBM, therefore I exist.
2 May 2008
Mary Jackson
...perhaps Debbie Schlussel could provide a key.
A key to an Arschloch?
4 May 2008
Alfred
I AM POSITIVE THAT MR. FITZGERALD INTENDS TO MAKE A WITTY POINT. AND I AM SURE THAT ALL THE WITTY POSTS AND RIPOSTES, LAVISH WITH SELF-GRATIFICATION, EQUALLY SO.
I JUST DON'T GET IT. BUT THEN, I AM MENTALLY SLOW.
PRACTICALLY RETARDED.
SO MAYBE THE WHOLE MESS SHOULD BE READ AGAIN MORE ASSIDUOUSLY.
OR MAYBE NOT.
