Which Reminds Me

Yes, what were the names of those Mexican people that I met briefly while living in California? Their names all blur together in my mind now, so I would never try to find them again in that urban jungle, although it is somewhat mystifying how that minor incident spilled over into your pompous arrogant self-righteous snit of a tirade and/or diatribe. It wasn't worth that much that I should be bothered to send a return comment. Don't bother me again. I won't need you for anything.

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Yes, I should probably say that I am not necessarily categorically against using the word "brook" where appropriate and tasteful and artistically fitting and not merely as another useless example of the narcissistically overdone theatrical self-adulation of Ms. Brooks. Needless to say.

But of course these are matters of taste, and what would you know about taste? My mother has taste. Your mother, who knows what...

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Yes, there seems to be some confusion about this. When you put it that way, I have to commit suicide rather than hang out with Larry. The lines have been drawn. How well we remember how Larry likesd to play pretend but the time for childhood games is long since gone. No more pretending.

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Yes, coincidentally, I noticed while doing my genealogical research that my Dad's Uncle Sam's first wife was Dorothy McCord, who had one daughter, also named Dorothy, who married that Italian, Larry Beltramo, and they had five children who are the Italian offshoot of the Barth family, not really the Barths, not really the Calkins, they have gone away to form their own little separate Italian reservation which doesn't have very much to do with us. We were never related to the McCords, so that is not our problem. I can understand that you might find some other person, McCord or Beltramo, who might be able to offer more insider insights into that than myself, about what that meant and where they hid their loot. I really wouldn't know. I only know what I read in the papers.

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Yes, that was a nice travel book that Laura wrote, although she didn't have very much to say compared to other travel book writers who are still going on and on about many things that Laura never saw. Enough of that. Ok, no one would ever say that Laura was illiterate, but what are you going to read when some of those interesting books have not yet been translated into English? A game of charades just won't cut it. Charades assumes a prior knowledge, but cannot install a knowledge where none exists. At some point there has to be a translation to make the knowledge accessible to a more general public.

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Yes, it is somewhat annoying, all of these shrill caterwaulings that sometimes emanate from the Central Communist Party of Dallas, another reason to never go there. I only care about my royalty check. I don't pretend to assume any unnecessary responsibility for various other matters of no concern to me, when already that opaque organization theCommunists of Dallas have everything plotted their way, because it's just not worth that much trouble. So whatever. Life is short and then you die.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it does seem strange that the Lord would have need of poor little me to beat the tar out of or some sense into strong and powerful although clueless you, but anyway, I have my instructions.