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."

Friday, September 15, 2006

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Ten minutes to six and heading to the office. The exciting thing about this weekend is after running headlong into the term without a day of rest since arriving at Bread Loaf, I'll catch up by Sunday evening. With sleep and work. It's inevitable because at some point there is no choice. Things come to an end. And you know what? Saturday I'll take a roll of photos, and Sunday I'll develop them. Myself. And you know what else? I'm going back. Sunday morning. You know they offer individual silent retreats? I've heard of writers doing that. But I suppose it's cheating to take a notebook to a silent retreat.

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I have postcards to send of all we're doing at Knox this term. Look for them.

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


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