Well, there it is. It sits on your shoulder, reads your thoughts. And ur blogz, heh.
This quote from a Philip Larkin poem today in a highly recommended interview by Harper's blogger and all-round wonderman Scott Horton.
And specious stuff that says no rational being Can fear a thing it cannot feel, not seeing that this is what we fear—no sight, no sound, No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with, Nothing to love or link with, The anesthetic from which none come round.
The interview is with Susan Sontag's son David Reiff about his mother and his book about her death.
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