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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."

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

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Snow sculptures all over the campus yesterday, most ironical snowmen with twigs in odd places. One had discovered his crotch. I told my students the snow people we made while I was at Smith were women. They had breasts.


A commentary I suppose on the predictability of gender culture and snow people.


postcard: Knox College

Stephen Colbert complains that Bill Clinton is stealing his thunder on the Colbert Report: "Who's Riding my Coattails Now?"




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

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