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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Open mic tomorrow night

after a full day of teaching and back-to-back conferences and the student literary magazine reception: time to give the mic back to the student who first envisioned it: she's ready to take it on again: tomorrow night, the last of my open-mic introductions and an appropriate time to read a difficult scary piece: closure: to an incredible week of conferencing with all 30 students, my TA, my research assistant, and my four independent studies: in between, hotel and flight arrangements for Frank's visit and reading, posters for the mic, grading, reading and prepping for class, and email the bane of my time. But the appointments began in the coffee house this morning and the evening closed with dinner and friends. No. Here, with you, book: closed.

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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