WT UNMASKED

[WildForest at aol.com]

Outted at last?  

Well, perhaps, we were aiming for an exacting parody of a female Suttree, a
kind of weird anti-femi-nazi, unleashed from the disembodied pysche of Cormac
McCarthy, living a thanatoid existence in the peaceful fogs of Cape
Mendocino...but, then, yikes, we were horribly misinterpreted...and what
could we do, but...blame it on a lesser author?  

Try again.

By the way.  Cockburn's voice is a mysterious melange of accents.  In fact,
this morning he's sounding a lot like that Lamont Cranston.  He'll be
spending the weekend here in Stumptown.  If any one has any questions for the
accused prankster, I'll coax him to have a seat at my Mac...no
promises...he's an entrenched Luddite, won't even touch an electric
typewriter and recoils at the notion of a catalytic converter on his ancient
cadillac.

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