and number eleven
Friday 18 May 2007 | I like a cookie
Resolve not to post again until you’ve got enough anticonvulsant in your synapses to write something positive; because “I said to myself, right out loud, like a lunatic, If I hear just one more picky, cavilling, unconstructive word out of you, Franny Glass, you and I are finished—but finished.”
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