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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, November 3, 2006

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Sun and big clouds, the kind of clouds that fling light at the hoods of cars and asphalt and wet leaves and grass so that everything gleams and you squint to look at it and you look up at the sky to see where it's coming from. The kind of clouds that make you see things in them, both bright and dark. And now the room darkens considerably as one of the dark ones passes before the sun. It is not the least bit windy, so I guess the cloud will shift slowly, make its various shapes in the light, then burn off some hole in its middle and let the sun back through the blinds.


I am still in Vermont/New Hampshire. In this room the wallpaper is all Alice's adventures in Wonderland. All white rabbits and queens and mad hatters and cards in gold and yellow outline. The repetition of the pattern is a little perverse. Fitting. This is the children's room in the two-bedroom suite. Twin beds. As well as the only plug in the suite I could plug into.


And oh yes, Francisco Aragon writes to say he is BLOGGING at Tertulia. See links at Emmy's lovely place too. Thank you, Emmy.


Norwich, Vermont: it is possible to get fresh sushi next door at the little place where they also sell hardware and firewood. While I looked through the deli case at the fat orange prawns and tortellini salad a voice over the loudspeaker said "I need someone to go upstairs for boots, I need someone to go upstairs for boots."

Someone is buying boots today.


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

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