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When You Reread A Classic, You Do Not See More In The Book Than You Did Before; You See More In You Than There Was Before.

Insomnia Is A Gross Feeder. It Will Nourish Itself On Any Kind Of Thinking, Including Thinking About Not Thinking.

Wine Is A Civilizing Agent.

There Is No Reader So Parochial As The One Who Reads None But This Morning's Books. Books Are Not Rolls, To Be Devoured Only When They Are Hot And Fresh. A Good Book Retains Its Interior Heat And Will Warm A Generation Yet Unborn.

Seriously, I Do Not Know What To Say Of This Book [ Absalom, Absalom!] Except That It Seem To Point To The Final Blowup Of What Was Once A Remarkable, If Minor, Talent… This Is A Penny Dreadful Tricked Up In Fancy Language And Given A Specious Depth By The Expert Manipulation Of A Series Of Eccentric Technical Tricks. The Characters Have No Magnitude And No Meaning Because They Have No More Reality Than A Mince-pie Nightmare.