As if you could possibly need more lit stimulus after having discovered Round Bend Press and its brilliant authors, there's always this corporate kissfest.
Might give you something to do next weekend if you live in Portland--or can jet in for the weekend--while I watch football day and night.
I won't be there in other words, but I may send Dooley. Maybe he can snag a few autographs that he can slobber over before he sells them down the road to buy a bottle of cheap booze.
Now, if this sounds to you like the bitterness of a man who knows he has no rightful place among the glittering literati of his times, slap yourself on the back. You have nailed it.
But that in and of itself doesn't make you as smart as Dooley, who is the real genius in the crowd.
TS
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