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84 Alison Leigh Brown<br />
reflected unwillingness on my part to address <strong>the</strong> issue <strong>of</strong> marriage as<br />
a backdrop to those contrite texts. What I had remarked was that I was<br />
tired <strong>of</strong> doing literature in general. That I was bored with a sort <strong>of</strong> hot<br />
obsession with property assignations in <strong>the</strong> period I’ve chosen for my<br />
concentration. So your comments on Austen and “her” Edmund and<br />
Fanny mystify me and fail to delight me. I have nothing to say on those<br />
matters. I do wish that you would try to remember what we have<br />
talked about. It is quite annihilating to be chided for comments I have<br />
not made. Enough <strong>of</strong> that. (And darling, I miss you too. It is unbearable<br />
to me that you are <strong>the</strong>re at Mall and here am I at Mississippi. Did we<br />
ever imagine in graduate school that we would not be able to continue<br />
our morning c<strong>of</strong>fees and evening cocktails? It is astonishing to me that<br />
I can work at all without your constant stimulation. Astonishing too <strong>the</strong><br />
funny ways you need to categorize things. Let’s stop talking: “Don’t talk<br />
<strong>of</strong> love, show me” and so forth. Your romance thing is just getting old,<br />
dearest one. I have never encouraged this and I am beginning to feel<br />
a trifle stalked.)<br />
Moving on to o<strong>the</strong>r points in your not so scintillating letter. My<br />
letter was not so much about Spinoza as it was about a whole host <strong>of</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>r writers on whom I was working at <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> that letter. 8 Still,<br />
I do remember referencing him, however tangentially. I know, however,<br />
your great fondness for him and know that if I mention him, I risk<br />
your going on and on about Spinoza this and Spinoza that, so <strong>the</strong> risk<br />
is mine and <strong>the</strong> pleasure is, as usual, all yours.<br />
But before responding to your pedantry let me dive in first to <strong>the</strong><br />
gossip and <strong>the</strong> more personal comments you make. First, my little<br />
cabbage, I have gossip <strong>of</strong> my own. You left a message on my machine<br />
a few days ago informing me that Ryan had received tenure and that<br />
I should send flowers or something. You are uncivil in some respects,<br />
ma chère. Marianne. Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Post. Of course I had already sent a<br />
tenure gift to Ryan. But being <strong>the</strong> busy little thing that I am, I would<br />
like to tell you <strong>the</strong> gossip to which I refer in <strong>the</strong> antepenultimate<br />
sentence from this one. Corey is Ryan’s new boyfriend. He is lovely to<br />
look at and amazingly smart. I want to marry him. (Just joking! You<br />
deserve this for your comments on Austinian matrimony.) This is gossip<br />
in <strong>the</strong> true sense. Because all our gossip is practical in nature and<br />
because we are <strong>the</strong> best team, I beg your assistance in following out <strong>the</strong><br />
natural trajectory <strong>of</strong> this delightful set <strong>of</strong> stories. (You know about