Re:TheAshLad - Sandbooks

a proper name. The one I bear'smisleading if not. false. I didn't choose
it either. I don't recall asking to be conceived. Neither did my
parentscome to think of it. Even so. Score to be settled.. Children
arevengeance. I seem to've known myself from the beginning. without
knowing Iknew no news is good news perhaps I'm mistaken. Now. that
I reflect I'm not enjoying this life my link with theworld. My. situation
appears to me as follows I speak in a curiousdetached manner and.
don't necessarily hear myself. I'm grateful forsmall mercies. Whether
anyone. follows me I can't tell. Are you there If so I'm blind and deaf
to you. or you are me orboth're both. One may be imaginary I've had
stranger ideas. I. hope I'ma fiction without real hope. Where there's a
voice there's a speaker.. I see I see myself as a halt narrative first
person tiresome.Pronoun sans. ante or precedent warrant or respite.
Surrogate for thesubstantive contentless. form interestless principle
blind eyeblinking at nothing. Who am I. A little. crise d'identite for
you. I must compose myself. Look I'm. writing. No listen I'm nothing
but talk I won't lastlong.LifeStory III. The reader You dogged
uninsultable printoriented bastardit's you I'm. addressing who else
from inside this monstrous fiction.You've read me this. far then Even
this far For what discreditablemotive How is it you don't go. a movie
watch TV stare at a wallplay tennis with a friend make amorous.
advances to the person who comesto your mind when I speak of
amorous advances. Can nothing surfeitsaturate you turn you off
Where's your shameMENELAIAD. VI ' () ('((What))') () ' ' ' 'Why' I
repeated. I repeated' I repeated Irepeated' I repeated I repeat. ' ' And.
the woman with abrideshy smile and hushed voice replied 'Why what'.
' ' Faster than Athena sealed beneath missile Sicily upstartEnceladus.
Poseidon Nisyros mutine Polybutes I sealed my wouldwideneyes
snugger than. Porces Laocoon Heracles Antaeus I held to my
pointinterrogative Helen to. whom as about us combusted nightlong
Ilion Irehearsed our history horse to. horse driving at last as
eveninglymyself to the seed and omphalos of all. . .. . ('((((('))) )) ) ' '
Why ' ' ' 'Why' '. ' Why ' 'Why' ' ' John Barth Lost in. noemata. or
the.
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