reli[e]able signs

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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."

Monday, June 5, 2006

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postcard: Chicago

The sun is full up over the buildings and the glare from the lake lights up the room. When I stand in front of the window, I can hardly keep my eyes open for all the sunlight pouring in, though I do, so I am typing through green and purple vestiges of the towers and scaffolding I can see from the window 31 floors up. Excuse me while I sit and read more Godwin while the chair is still a sunny place to blink in.

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


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