Arrggh

[Jochen Stremmel]

It made me think of a line in a fine book by an author who was perhaps a
little too full of himself:

With the help of the janitor he screwed on to the side of the desk a pencil
sharpener--that highly satisfying, highly philosophical instrument that
goes ticonderoga-ticonderoga, feeding on the yellow finish and sweet wood,
and ends up in a kind of soundlessly spinning ethereal void as we all must.



Am Di., 5. Nov. 2019 um 22:27 Uhr schrieb John Bailey <sundayjb at gmail.com>:

> I loved this line in the original email and read it a bunch of times.
> Many thanks.
>
> On Wed, Nov 6, 2019 at 6:15 AM Raphael Saltwood
> <PlainMrBotanyB at outlook.com> wrote:
> >
> > ...few indeed forward to the shuffling off of whose mortal coil one less
> eagerly looks...,
> >
> > --
> > Pynchon-L: https://waste.org/mailman/listinfo/pynchon-l
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> Pynchon-L: https://waste.org/mailman/listinfo/pynchon-l
>