Sunday, August 21, 2005
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Hmm. Interesting to be a book which, I must confess, I've never read.
Do I really not make any sense? (No answers from left-wingers, please.)
I am content to wander around aimlessly, though, particularly here:
There was a York episode this morning on Location, Location, Location. I need an all-expenses paid U.K. trip.