So where in the world is Nina Hartley ...?

[Keith]

More Gaddis:

--Listen, this guilt, this secrecy, he burst out,  --it has nothing  
to do with this . . . this passion for wanting to meet the latest  
poet, shake hands with the latest novelist, get hold of the latest  
painter, devour . . . what is it? What is it they want from a man  
they didn't get from his work? What do they expect? What is there  
left of him when he has done his work? What's any artist, but the  
dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's  
left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology?  (The  
Recognitions, p. 96)


On May 19, 2007, at 4:42 PM, Ray Easton wrote:

More importantly for me, I have no interest in what his motivations  
are, no interest in how he lives his life, and no interest in knowing  
whether or not he is an X or a Y or a Z.  I  don't even want to meet  
him.   What he has to teach me, he teaches me through his novels.