July 30, 2009
From the Imaginary Diary…
of the King of Pop?
…Dr. Byron did not seem to believe me when I said his last prescription was no match for my insomnia…but I saw through his tricks and insisted he prescribe the mightiest pill extant…[he] finally agreed to give me something that, he said, ‘would really work’; and going to a cabinet, he produced a vial of violet-blue capsules banded with dark purple at one end, which, he said, had just been placed on the market and were intended not for neurotics whom a draft of water could calm if properly administered, but only for great sleepless artists who had to die for a few hours in order to live for centuries.
No, friends, it is Lolita. Part one, chapter twenty-two.
Lord, folks, I will never finish it in time.
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Pur-Pills.
An ox or an axe.
Rick, I read Lolita on the plane, then the bus, then the train in Chicago and finished it in ten hours of continuous reading. I need to re-read before club on Sat. But then I picked up 100 years, and finished that in about a week. Then I picked up sommat else, but now I’m about halfway through 2666. Nobody told me Clusterflock had required readin’, y’all and I am feeling like I gotta catch up.