This may be the worst sort of nitpicking, or it may be just plain old fun: I just saved a copy of Doctorow's essay for use in one of my writing classes, and noticed that the Tin House blog post's publication date is listed as "October 6." Wow! The Future!
Plainview: Eli, you boy... I'm so sorry. Here, if you have a plum, and I have a plum, and I have a spoon. There it is, that's a spoon, you see? You watching?. And my spoon reaches acroooooooss the room, and I start to eat your plum... I... eat... your... plum! I eat it up! It's delicious! So sweet and so cold!
Eli Sunday: Don't bully me, Daniel!
[Daniel roars and throws Eli across the room]
Listen: Billy Pilgrim has eaten the plums that were in the icebox. When a Tralfamadorian sees the dry pit of a devoured plum, all he thinks is that the plum is no longer available for breakfast in that particular moment, but that same plum is delicious, so sweet and so cold, in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody has eaten a plum, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about plums, which is "So it goes."
It just occurred to me how much The Current Silliness makes me miss George Carlin. Can you imagine the fun he'd have with this?
My (adoptive) father died in 1972 when I was ten years old, and it somehow took until last summer for me to look up some records and find that he was born on September 11, 1898. Happy 110th, Papa.
Here's one from a student essay on drug policy: "Many meth users become pair annoyed..."
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